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chris king - turn the summer into winter lyrics

[intro: chris king]
i do what the f+ck i want, i don’t know what the f+ck you do, but i do what i want
hold up, yeah

[chorus: chris king]
i turn the summer into winter now
younging hit the gas, then hit the breaks to watch her titties bounce
snotty nose mafia, we known to bring the city out
pop a pill, reload, i’m on a roll that’s big as twenty thou’
liquor by the load, i’m finna blow, can’t put the henny down
my n+ggas gon’ roll, they day one’s, yeah, they been around
that p+ssy fasho, i didn’t know that’s my dinner now
these n+ggas ain’t sh+t, well, not me, but just in general

[verse 1: chris king]
got white rocks like minerals
mentos, it’s a fresh maker
i explode when i drop the coke, this d+ck make her handicap, she told her friend she can’t walk no more
chopper too big, chopper knock your heart
chopper knock your chest, chopper knock your soul
these walls, they be listening
so i don’t think we can talk no more
smoking [?]
[?]
she say a n+gga too wild
she say a n+gga too wild
we get that sh+t on the low
everytime, we gon’ get high
she get that sh+t on the lo+lo+low
everytime, we gon’ get high
f+ck that
i just wanna [?] like a [?]
slide in a box like a cassette
and i take that
i’m too [?] like i shot a [?] and i did it with a latex, wait, wait
bodies on the ground, no diggity, no doubt
blackstreet in the bas+m+nt, wait, what?
all with the [?] bang+a+bang, biggity+biggity [?] kid rock
they tried to keep the money from me, monkey in the middle
i can never listen to a n+gga that remind me of the skittles
that ain’t getting played in my playlist, i’m a southern california native with them [?] chuck taylors on the pavement
pull up at the [?] time at the location
there was a fine line with love and hate
b+tch, you instagram trickin’, you ain’t never gripped the bl!cky
shot in your back like you ricky
you keep on sneak dissing
my goons is sneaky, they [?]
yada+da+da+da+da, mean it
grew up with k!llers, ever since [?]
i get pretentious
when i [?] around, i told my sniper to pick it
[?]
[?] with a b+tch, that sh+t right there ain’t realistic
i need some zips up
[?] weed and the lean
that’s some sh+t i can’t get rid of
here is the kicker
i got a fiend and a bop, they do the packing and shipping
i cannot listen
[?]
if it’s not what [?]
[?]
she playing games [?]
i be wherever the wind blow me
my skin soft as a newborn
you f+ck too good, you do p+rn?
i’m on fire, and you lukewarm
n+gga, what the f+ck is you on?
[chorus: chris king]
i turn the summer into winter now
younging hit the gas, then hit the breaks to watch her titties bounce
snotty nose mafia, we known to bring the city out
pop a pill, reload, i’m on a roll that’s big as twenty thou’
liquor by the load, i’m finna blow, can’t put the henny down
my n+ggas gon’ roll, they day one’s, yeah, they been around
that p+ssy fasho, i didn’t know ’cause that’s my dinner now
these n+ggas ain’t sh+t, well, not me, but just in general

[verse 2: lil twist]
[?] white chicks like the wayen’s brothers
it’s twizzy [?] wayne’s brother
got main hoes i call girlfriends, and got side hoes i call baby mother
she got a big mouth, like a [?]
[?] put aside like j color
tell her open wide, but don’t say nothing
now i’m on that ass like shay b+tter
hop in the honda with them lil’ n+ggas
i hop in this benz with twist
steph curry ballin’ on this b+tch, i make them [?]
steph curry ballin’ on this b+tch, i had [?] six
with all this coke, i build a wall, you can’t blow down these bricks
but all this [?] tall, it’s like i’m 7/6
smoking heavy out the p, you n+ggas selling nicks
these n+ggas [?], these n+ggas p+ssy, n+ggas f+cking pr+cks
they try to compare, [?] twist, i’m like, “ain’t that a b+tch?”
decapitate his head and carey it, then boro it and bury it
ride off in my cherriet
it’s white hoes on white hoes, just call [?]
[outro]
where the beat now? f+ck

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