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dt$kii - summer lyrics

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no ysl but i be hanging with gunna’s, i know he a track star i know he a runner
ain’t kicking it with you, ion look like a punter, im keeping it real so they know i’m a hundred
i’m dripping on n+ggas its up for the summer, i’m popping my sh+t n+gga something like a plumber
they dialing me up cause they see i do number, they showing they ass n+gga something like a bumper

her tongue like a llama, i spit on the mic, these red and green beams n+gga no mike and ike
you beef on the net you ain’t ready to fight, i’ll send you to heaven i’m shooting on sight
you got a lil meat, she be talking about your size, i be wondering why your b+tch p+ssy so tight
i’m digging her out from the left to the right, yeah you think she work 3rd but she work me at night
im not from atlanta, i’m f+cking these dancers, i give them my pole and they ride like a bike
no hannah montana, i’m very well manner, i’m suiting up putting it on day and night
kung fu like the panda, its kick in my fanta, you’d already think that i’m sponsored by sprite
in your house like i’m santa, i’m ghost like a phantom, i’m stealing your sh+t while you out like a light

no ysl but i be hanging with gunna’s, i know he a track star i know he a runner
ain’t kicking it with you, ion look like a punter, im keeping it real so they know i’m a hundred
i’m dripping on n+ggas its up for the summer, i’m popping my sh+t n+gga something like a plumber
they dialing me up cause they see i do number, they showing they ass n+gga something like a bumper

no ysl but i be hanging with gunna’s, i know he a track star i know he a runner
ain’t kicking it with you, ion look like a punter, im keeping it real so they know i’m a hundred
i’m dripping on n+ggas its up for the summer, i’m popping my sh+t n+gga something like a plumber
they dialing me up cause they see i do number, they showing they ass n+gga something like a bumper

i f+ck on fat asses and call them a lift, can’t get a text back you can’t call me no simp
like its some paper this beat imma rip, they pay me for features that cash imma flip
write a book bout you like diary of a wimp, you think that you hard too much dip on your chip
yaya mayweather your song imma skip, get it back all in blood finna empty the clip
ain’t dodging no p+ssy that cat imma drive, i gripping her waist putting d+ck in her spine
no regular pedestrian, we don’t stand in them lines, we ain’t waiting for sh+t yeah we always supply
we got it out the mud we didn’t do 9+5s, yeah you wanna be gang application denied
not from miami, i’m heat with this fye but i’m shooting this sh+t if i see that i’m wide
no ysl but i be hanging with gunna’s, i know he a track star i know he a runner
ain’t kicking it with you, ion look like a punter, im keeping it real so they know i’m a hundred
i’m dripping on n+ggas its up for the summer, i’m popping my sh+t n+gga something like a plumber
they dialing me up cause they see i do number, they showing they ass n+gga something like a bumper



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