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bianca bonnie – summer dais* lyrics

[verse 1]
pop my p-ssy for a trill n-gga
they say why you f-ckin’ with that lame, get a real n-gga
5 stars miles way before i had a deal
and it’s funny hear y’all chattin’ but y’all b-tches ain’t for real
i was playin’ in the field, all i wanted was a house
copped a condo in miami, mami pickin’ out a couch
told me rap about my pain, f-ck it i’ma let it out
’cause if this n-gga keep playin’ dy goin have to bail me out/
everybody chasin’ clout, i chase paper for a livin’
was on collins in a civic, now i’m f-ckin’ big pimpin’
exclusive concierge, hit me if you need a foreign
i ain’t only talkin’ cars, none of my b-tches borin’
i’ll rap circles ’round you n-ggas, ain’t no f-ckin’ compet-tion
b-tches hatin’ but they tannin’ tryna be like my complexion
n-gga, when i needed you, you was nowhere around
so i packed my louis duffle, moved the f-ck up outta town
like it better when it’s hot all year year ’round
yeah, they call me summer dais every time i pull up now
i been stubborn in my ways, hate a lame f-ckin’ clown
slim waist, fat -ss, so you know it’s goin’ down

- bianca bonnie lyrics

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