kutthamoviestar - summer day lyrics
when ya girl ain’t with you think she forget you and her official
she tickled my pickle i let it drip on her like ice sickles
it ain’t cost a nickel i squoze her nipples i made her whistle
almost made a ripple inside of the outer solar system
it ain’t nothing to box you up where you hold ya wisdom
double swole ya vision and throw you out like some old syringes
i stay dropping some sh+t on ya like a flock of pigeons
i could get you hit with a hitman or locked in prison
you’ll find something missing
like i’m a motherf+cking magician
trying to add the total i took you gone need a mathematician
i’ll smack you hard as a crash collision
you’ll need permission just to stretch ya leg just a couple inches on f+cking christmas
you ain’t all of this and all what you mentioned you just want attention
i’ll take yo commission you’ll be pocket pinching and wallet sniffing
lose ya common sense and go on and on you can’t stop persisting
you gone try to touch me you gone lose ya form you gone stop existing
i could kick ya ass i could ya kicked out ya house evicted
i could fine yo ass like i made you put down on paying a ticket
i ain’t leaking sh+t on my songs you can’t get a little snippet
i’ll smack you so f+cking hard you won’t hear nothing but crickets
and i ain’t really hot as i’m about to be i’m a be so hot it’s motherf+cking sweat dripping off your forehead it’ll be so hot it
i just thought and forgot about it but check ya wallet
you’ll see that i short you three hundred dollars i’m really proud of
my accomplishments but i gotta give you the bottom
of the boot the snot a come flying out of you’ll wonder how the
f+ck i did what i did i’ll turn off yo heat and power
for a couple hours and turn ya shower from sweet to sour
thundershowers come raining down you’ll flop like a flounder
i’ll turn off yo timer i’ll blow you up like a f+cking bomber
i don’t like ya b+tch l don’t know where the f+ck you found her
you don’t want no beef i’ll cook you a quarter pounder
you gone make me do some sh+t i won’t regret it if i said it
i ain’t gone even sweat it i’ll go to sleep comfy in a bed if
you died tomorrow respect i would never show a shred of
if it was competition i’d tell you who i’m ahead of
if you ever had something i let you have it i could’ve grabbed it
i’ll pull out some tools like inspector gadget like f+cking magic
slap ya girl while she walking while in a beauty pageant
you couldn’t even imagine the sh+t i’d do if they didn’t establish
an actual prison to sit yo ass in i’d be harassing
every person passing and tripping n+ggas and get to laughing
i ain’t scared to go tit for tat and you keep procrastinating i’ll unfasten you take you out of yo latest fashion
leave me open i’ll cash in straight in the f+cking basket
i don’t know my plug name he told me his name sebastian
if i did hit yo girl you’d prolly hear something splashing
i could not rap at all and it’d be a f+cking classic
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