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autumn! - could you! lyrics

[intro: djquincy & lil candypaint]
mikey, you ain’t sh-t
fifty grand
ginseng!
y’all f-ck with summrs? yeah, i f-ck with summrs
bro, i keep hearing about summrs and autumn, i was just telling-
yeah, brentrambo put me on with them
who are they? like, i haven’t heard sh-t yet
they fye?
they got the ‘lil baby voices on deck
(what’s good?)
(alright)
-know about autumn
y’all n-ggas going up. period
n-ggas going up

[verse: autumn!]
i don’t want yo b-tch, bra, i want your sister (ha!)
the k, it gone pop like a blister
we in the honda, yeah, we finna blitz em (yeah)
my b-tch rock dior, or yeah, the new christian
[?] my n-ggas, we up, you can’t miss ’em
scope on the chopstick, so you better not miss ’em (bop, bop)
the b-tch had to quit to say that she miss me
uh, miss me with all of that
she at the t, so you better not kiss her (no)
this for the ‘lil n-ggas that say twinuzis p-ssy
okay, the xd beg to differ (two!)
like, threw a band in front my n-gga, i told ’em pop out for the triller
them rack-rack-racks, they speak to me different
they say, “oh yeah, wick on a mission”
tried to lock in with your [?] but i guess you ain’t f-ck with the vision
quick 2k off of wells fargo, and we hit them juggs with precision
got sticks, but bro, is you really on go?
cause you really live with the decision
new telegram message, bro said they got pints for the low, would you like to commission?
i used to ride in a honda accord, but the cla better for business
we on the [?] like that sh-t is for fun, f-ck around, put the opps on a hitlist
we in there, bro, but we still with them n-ggas that wrap the pack up like it’s christmas
new b-tch, she only rock prada and fendi, just had to go get her some inches
n-ggas be cap in the dm, like, “bro, this sh-t mid, when you ready for business?”
too many hunnids acc-mulating, so you know wicky finna go spend it
finna go ‘head and [?] fidget the way when young n-ggas go spin it
my nina a sl-t, she gone bust if i say, so don’t give her a reason to listen

[verse 2: summrs]
i got two poles on me, don’t come in that way, you know i’ma fish it
i’ll still beat a ‘lil n-gga -ss, so f-ck that xd, we don’t need a pistol
yeah, these n-ggas be talkin’ that lame -ss sh-t, that cash sh-t, i ain’t tryna hear it
yeah, now we finna go take three bands out the f-ckin’ bank, so take me to the nearest
don’t know that lame -ss b-tch, keep capping for the line, now she f-ck with my lyrics
don’t even know why i tried to drive the benz off the lean, man, i couldn’t even steer it, yeah
she telling me lies, she said that she love me
put my airpods on, i don’t wanna hear it
wake up in the morning, and thank god every f-cking day just ’cause i’m living
i was broke than a b-tch last year, now stack my money tall to the f-ckin’ ceiling
she gone f-ck on ‘lil rino, she know that i’m down at the highest in the f-cking city
never know what a n-gga plan, so you know i gotta ride ’round with the f-cking bl1cky, yeah
my n-ggas cracking bins, cpns
what it do, ‘lil n-gga? let’s talk some business

- autumn lyrics

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