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junedidit! - #juneszn lyrics

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it’s in the name, it’s in my f+ckin’ month
it’s f+cked the name, i’ll take the whole summer
it’s f+cked the game, cause i lay off some bones
i get my cardio with how i run
i get my money, i just count the sums
i thank my bros for all the sh+t they frontin’
hundred and fifty’s i don’t take no ones
with a badass b+tch, i bag doing nothing
it’s in the name, it’s in my f+ckin’ month
it’s f+cked the name, i’ll take the whole summer
smoking on some hundred dollar runs like f+ck it, i’ma be in this forever
i’ll tell her b+tch to really shut it up
i hatе it when she think she know mе better
a thousand songs don’t never see the sun
but i can’t drop her, miss not ever, ever
i don’t need know how bag this b+tch
yeah i can pay, just smoke on my bag lil’ b+tch (yeah)
never catch me goin’ out bad lil’ b+tch (yeah)
cause the last thing i’m tryna be sad or a b+tch
stay up, don’t need a wake up only thing i’m on my get in this paper
i’m down in florida, look shorty from naples
i just bought weed in the back of a stable
all of this money inside of the table
honey smoke, we don’t on p+rn, no f+ggo+
i never showed it, you got what you pay for
i get the f+ck out, what you tryna stay for now
i ain’t broke, i’m just currently in between a bread like a blt
how i ran up on a crack and take his life lil’ boy, i feel just like blp
i wanna take a f+ckin’ drug test, i’ll just tell you b+tch, i smoke thc
lil’ bro stuck it like twenty seventeen, she’ll still stay in cdg
how i bag a 10, still think about the five that i had years ago
i see sh+t up in real life, sellin’ bag enough so soon though
i ain’t even like halfway, but at least it’s better than i zeroed up
f+ck myself up with so many times, i can’t look up in a mirror now
it’s in the name, it’s in my f+ckin’ month
it’s f+cked the name, i’ll take the whole summer
it’s f+cked the game, cause i lay off some bones i get my cardio and how i runnin’
i get my money, i just count the sums i thank my bros for all the sh+t they frontin’
hunters fifties, i don’t take no ones with a badass b+tch, i bag doing nothin’
it’s in the name, it’s in my f+ckin’ month it’s f+cked the name, i’ll take the whole summer
smoking on some hundred dollar runs, like f+ck it, i’ma be in this forever
i’ll tell her b+tch to really shut it up i hate it when she thinks she know me better
thousand songs, i’ll never see the sun, but i can’t drop a miss, not ever
your music is so f+ckin’ trash, i’m 20 shots in and it still should be sounding like sh+t
i think yo chopper got so much anxiety, took 20 shots and it’s still gonna hit
i think yo fit just trash, you took 20 shots but you still ain’t get one good fl!ck
i go make it hit every time, you made 20 songs about every one was a miss
i love her, everybody who hate me, does that mean that i’ll do her everything right?
why all of these b+tches wanna date me, i told you i just wanna f+ck for the night
now she’s saying, june, you played me, i guess i did shawty, but she’ll be alright
i know you won’t ever replace me, but you think about me for the rest of your life
the chopper need a double a, meetin’ sunday morning, it’s already take some shots
i woke up this morning this sunday, so i poured us some coffee, i’m smokin’ pot
i woke up this morning and got paid, man, all of these raps just want what i got
these b+tches be thinkin’ that i’m g+y, so i guarantee all of my fists ain’t hot
yo, i guarantee all of my fists f+ckin’ hot
yo, all of my fists ain’t hot



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