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damedot - fuck yo summer 2 lyrics

[verse]
f+ck your summer, n+gga, this my summer
last time, we went up, now this time, we goin’ upper
this lil’ glock got the stutter, these backshots got her runnin’
act bad if you want, ’cause it’s hot, we gon’ put you under
two pink 10s, eight of tris’ put me in the slumber
bro gon’ facetime you, he don’t care about no football numbers
she doin’ sh+t for me and never you ’cause i’m way turnter
chaldean with me with the weed, he look just like burner
i ain’t cookin’ grits on this stove, i hope i don’t burn it
i had to tell my b+tch she too pretty, she be tryna hurt ’em
you in bad shape ’cause i’m seein’ squares in your circle
i can’t listen to a word you say ’cause you n+ggas hurdle
n+gga, f+ck your summer, and f+ck your baby mama
i’m at the pool party dripped in dolce gabbana
i ain’t even proud of this b+tch, but she in prada
she think she ’bout to get the whole stove, she ain’t get nada
i got more money than your last n+gga, b+tch, be honest
i was broke as h+ll, i had to put that sh+t behind me
i moved so many jeans, mike amiri tried to come and sign me
my body overshinin’, my jeweler must want me to blind him
b+tch, f+ck your summer and your broke+ass baby daddy
take these fake blues to the o, that’ll make me happy
two half a tickets in a year, watch me make it happen
did it all in some white buffs and my hair was nappy
i gotta watch what i say on songs ’cause i ain’t just rappin’
they ain’t have her size in chanel, she done threw a tantrum
we gon’ put a n+gga on a flier
my nickname should’ve been louis, look at my attire
i can’t be around these rappin’ n+ggas, they be wearin’ wires
b+tch, is we ’bout to f+ck or not? i don’t do surprises
she told me she was done with her n+gga, but this b+tch a liar
i can sip this wock’ sh+t all day, but i’m never tired
i keep stabbin’ off in this jeep, i’ma need some tires
gotta have a body or be ready to get one, it’s required
i started off a buyer, i done turned to the supplier
my hood like the wire, make this arp sing like a choir
jumped in that p+ssy like a diaper
i’m high as f+ck rollin’ up a ‘wood, hopin’ i get higher
yesterday, i went and spent your favorite rapper earnings
she ain’t got no money, but she bad, that’s concerning
i just got a hundred pounds gone, it was perfect
got the pape’, he met up with bro, it was third person
b+tch gon’ text me askin’ what i’m doin’ ’cause you know i’m workin’
i feel like i won a championship ’cause my b+tch a trophy
i should go and get a life jacket, all this water on me
don’t hit my phone nothin’ this—
don’t hit my phone nothin’ this summer, b+tch, you not important
f+ck your summer, n+gga, this my summer
last time, we went up, now this time, we goin’ upper
this lil’ glock got the stutter, these backshots got her runnin’
i’m a real mob boss, get the plug double crossed
when i go and get [?], i need shrimp with the sauce
all these bedrooms in my new crib, i be lost
got that sh+t on me now, i ain’t never took it off

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