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borey - summer wait lyrics

[hook]
she told me to buy her a gucci pack
i told her im not payin’ for none of that
i beat up the p-ssy no maniac
she wanna’ be my b-tch i ain’t claimin that
i’m switching these b-tches like rentals
i’ll skip on the p-ssy i want mental
she told me im all in her mental
i’m in your hoe mouth like some dental
they see why i got it on lock
im knockin’ that boy out his socks
told franky to past me the rock
you acting real hard with that glock
but n-gg-s is not on no mission
ain’t trappin’ stay out of the kitchen
oops did i forget to mention
your hoe was just all in my mentions

[verse 1: borey!]
we pull on your block ski mask and all
this just the summer just wait for the fall
im crossin’ these n-gg-s you know how i ball
we bussdown yo’ b-tch and we knock down the walls
im rockin’ vlone so no im not friendly
he talkin too crazy so past me the semi
i got the squad and you know that they with me
i got a white hoe she snortin like demi

[verse 2: frankyjay]
took the hardaway im feeling like penny
say the wrong thing borey uppin’ the semi
my n-gg-s bring smoke just like a chimney
these n-gg-s be plotting ik that they envy
i tell em catch up cause im winning the race
i don’t wanna’ f-ck b-tch just give me yo face
my d-ck in her mouth so i ask how i taste
and no i can’t stay shorty i gotta shake
straight out da trenches i really been through it
no question about it my n-gg-s gone shoot it
just like it’s nike i tell her just do it
bro cop a pack then flip it and move it
(2x)
i p-ss it to borey! then he alley oop it
these n-gg-s be capping i swear imma lose it
they tell me chill out cause i been living ruthless
yo shorty to thirsty keep callin my phone
i might let her lick on a yung n-gg- bone
blocking her number b-tch leave me alone
beat onna n-gg- like the beat on this song
i dont want your number b-tch send me a streak
i f-ck on his b-tch every night of da’ week
come to find out dat b-tch is a freak
that n-gg- keep playing get hit wit da heat

[verse 3: borey!]
n-gg-s is lame so no i dont get it
i dont want your b-tch i just hit it and quit it
ballin on n-gg-s im playin some scrimmage
we got the green i ain’t talkin bout spinach
if you want smoke lil n-gg- just say that
we got some guns dont think we won’t spray
my sh-t push to start so where is the key at
talkin that sh-t you know where we be at
why is you talkin that sh-t
you know you not walkin that sh-t
im f-cking your b-tch and i hit from the back
i got b-tches stalkin’ and sh-t
i shoot at your back and it come out your stomach
yea yea i got stock on my sh-t
im with the gang im with the squad
yea yea we on blocks with the sh-t

[hook/conclusion]
she told me to buy her a gucci pack
i told her im not payin’ for none of that
i beat up the p-ssy no maniac
she wanna’ be my b-tch i ain’t claimin that
i’m switching these b-tches like rentals
i’ll skip on the p-ssy i want mental
she told me im all in her mental
i’m in your hoe mouth like some dental
they see why i got it on lock
im knockin’ that boy out his socks
told franky to past me the rock
you acting real hard with that glock
but n-gg-s is not on no mission
ain’t trappin’ stay out of the kitchen
oops did i forget to mention
your hoe was just all in my mentions

b-tch!

yeah

- borey lyrics

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