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chris ray’s music & donnieso - summertime thick lyrics

intro
yeah
huh
b+tch
whaa

yeah
huh
b+tch
verse 1 + donnieso & chris ray
it’s the summertime, baby, so you know you gotta heat it up
bad b+tch hitting my line begging me to eat it up
walk up in the club, guaranteed that they leave with us
we the big dog, lil baby. keep the gs with us

me and donnie walking in but we leaving with like three on us
she said she used to be a sl+t. i’m like, “baby, keep it up.”
nutted on the floor, then i tell a b+tch to eat it up
domestic violence on the p+ssy. yeah, i gotta beat it up

i’m the street sweeper, b+tch you know i had to clean it up
she sucked the soul out a n+gga. scottie gotta beam me up
grabbed three p+ssies off the shelf. “can you ring me up?”
we f+cking by the cereal. aisle three: clean it up

it’s the summertime, so i’m ballin’ like the heat
don’t like bad b+tches that got bunions on they feet
the first girl gave me head drank my nut up out the grass
it was right then i knew i’ain want that ass
break
yeah, my n+gga
and the sh+t is that easy
aye

aye, what be really happening be really happening
ya feel me?
ain’t no backstabbing
yeah
this that real playa sh+t

huh

verse 2 + chris ray & donnieso
i’m the tool man and these ghetto b+tches ratchet
put serena on mute. i ain’t tryna hear no racket
i’m a wizard with my cards. d+mn, this n+gga got a stackhouse?
funny how society popularized black now

sent some wolves to black wall street
n+ggas on the map now?
whiting out they wrongs but wait ’til n+ggas start to black out
this wakanda 3d. now, watch how n+ggas act out

got chris ray on the beat. watch me spaz out
take a bad b+tch, then i take her to my bachkouse
took her to the bedroom, then i blew her back out
shoot my three far away: jerry stackhouse
really bout that money, n+gga. tell me what that math ‘bout
love bad b+tches. got one on the left
and two on the right. that’s tom brady. touchdown all night
and i’m doing it right. and i take your f+cking b+tch
cause you ain’t doing it right

sh+tting on n+ggas. i be forgetting to wipe
i be f+cking with b+tches but be forgetting to swipe
i be f+cking these hoes. this sh+t be getting me right
and when i tell her ass to sing, put your lips on this mic

tell you where i’m from, n+ggas still gone blam
give a n+gga million dollars, n+ggas still gone scam
man, give me hunnid mil and i’m still gone slam
when i get up in that sh+t, guarantee it won’t jam

d+mn, chris ray. what you is without fam?
same thing george michael was without wham!
primetime steak and you n+ggas is some hams
been dunking on these n+ggas since nba jam

it’s the summertime, b+tch. get some of my d+ck
stop messing with viennas. get this summer sausage
baby so bad, yeah, she summertime thick
baby get over here and suck this summertime d+ck

- chris rays music donnieso lyrics

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