euroz - summer's ours lyrics
[verse 1: euroz]
put my city on i’m the next to
pursuing dreams, luther king with a test too
plus i’m going harder than the rest do
they saying i’m the sh-t, well appoint me to the restroom
f-ck the money and power, they respects due
bob fischer they contemplating my next move
scratch these n-ggas off that’s the object
n-ggas buzzing only cause my tape hasn’t dropped yet
i’m the hottest out if you ain’t get the news
f-ck what a n-gga talking, we let the b-tches choose
and this the great alliance, ain’t no switching crews
feeling like we ’bout to blow and this one might’ve lit the fuse
real n-gga my haters wishing they was one
going hard to recognition and buzz come
spill so much liquor you’d’ve thought i lost a loved one
family over everything these b-tches above none
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belt buckle, hermes
walk up in the club, exorcism n-ggas turn heads
celebrating, make a toast, n-gga burn bread
k!ll everything that’s what my n-gga ? said
the summer’s ours, winter’s too
top down in the winter that’s what winners do
f-ck n-ggas and b-tches too
all i need is this money my n-gga this will do
[verse 2: j. dunn]
my n-gga you always sneak peek into my life
good weed, bad hoes, hit the mall, pick a store to spend a couple racks on
swagger, cash long
snapback, cap on
getting it while i’m here boy, cause this sh-t never last long
you n-ggas is g-ssed up, what planet your -ss on
soon as this sh-t drop here, money out the -ssh0l-
they call me an -ssh0l- when they tell me that i’m half gone
cause i swear this sh-t too dope and i feel i’m getting my trap on
i show up to show out, swear it’s bout to go down
i hope that you catchin’ every verb, every pr-noun
swimmin’ in the f-cking money still letting my dough pile
kush is my cologne and that sh-t there is so loud
the summer’s ours, the winter’s too
k!lling every f-cking thing, that’s what k!llers do
my n-ggas is in the hood still letting them chickens move
money, power, respect n-gga this sh-t is due
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[verse 3: euroz]
young hugh heff, i keep broads in the bed
p contemplated the range then garaged instead
a prisoner of the mind i keep bars in my head
for a feature i should charge cash, an arm, and a leg
just booked another venue, my grand’s up n-gga
bad b-tches front and center with they hands up n-gga
you the type i’m not a fan of n-gga
i’m the type to get ovations, a stand up n-gga
heard they say i fell off, but i’ve been on my grind still
i’m making more than what others offer from side deals
what a seffer refuses to do a dime will
feeling like you running right?, now you know how i feel
n-ggas d-ckriding well of course to get seen
and if she see a line she gon’ snort that sh-t clean
these b-tches be tryin’ to kick it like it’s 4th and 15
knowing that i’m winnin’ on course to get green
what up
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