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problem - made a mil before the summer lyrics

[hook x2]
i made a mil before the summer
i made a mil before the summer baby
i made a mil before the summer
just gimme my money i’m smoking with the homies

[verse 1: problem]
smoking with the homies made a mil before the summer
baby i’m a player let me stick it like a drummer
you hotter than the summer
she ride it and she c-m all over my d-ck
ho yell out my clique
diamond lane
y-y-yeah that’s us
blowing laker purple got me goin’ like buss
rip e ho don’t ask us
my homegirls ride big and i don’t mean no bus
oh my ma-ma, they’ll f-ck you up
know some n-ggas babies mamas that’ll suck me up
got a tour with some n-ggas like “f-ck he buff”
still punch til his nose swoll as humpty hump
on ma-ma

[hook x2]

[verse 2: bad lucc]
i go, i told her
og, please roll it
ot like ov man i’m so keyed she loaded
so beast – can’t hold him
drinking a sobe, so cold
when i’m so deep in a op
baby know me, she on it
oh see, she knowing
man i blow trees with the homies
so much weed to that boy b
i could od at the moment
money heavily on em
i suggest, eh rest
tickle on that nestle
make her grab it like a espy
check me? never, i be coolin
rappin out of my mind
it’s murda inc. and i’m ja rulin’
all about the game
i’m in control you kids [?]
plus i got the city cracking all the slappin’ we be doing

[hook x2]

[verse 3: kent]
black b-tch white bones
f-ckin ya baby mama in the doms at her mom’s
now leave me alone
drop a 4 in a deuce to make my life speed up
i’ve f-cked every b-tch in this club
the homie got the burner tucked
got problems and bad lucc (what)
tell yo b-tch i used to love her
everybody been up in her like the homie back house
i remember everything b-tch, i ain’t blacked out
pay me right now
pop it pop it make that -ss go down
pull them vicky secrets down
f-ck her good make your b-tch say ouch

[hook x2]

- problem lyrics

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