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summrs & emorysofye - ‎wouldn't do that! lyrics

[intro: summrs]
this blunt i’m smoking on, this sh+t too fat
and this car that i’m in, it go too fast
this blunt i’m smoking on, this sh+t too fat
and this car that i’m in, it go too fast
(my leg!)
hey, hey, hey, hey, (this car that i’m in, it go too fast)
hey, hey, go, go
(and don’t you play me lil’ n+gga) (do that)
go, go

[chorus: summrs]
this blunt i’m smoking on, this sh+t too fat
and this car that i’m in, it go too fast
and don’t you play me lil’ n+gga, wouldn’t do that
and these dreads in my head, ain’t no durag
and this b+tch i’m f+cking on, yeah, she too bad
i heard you broke, lil’ n+gga, well that’s too bad
countin’ racks, countin’ bands, but y’all knew that
i’m a big glow boy, thought you knew that

[verse: summrs]
like b+tch, you f+cking home? i’ve been f+cking home
she callin’ up my phone, she won’t leave me alone
good gas to the dome
said she wanna chill in my home
but you gotta glo, little bro
yeah, you gotta glo a little more
going fast in the panama
i’ma take you to panama
i been balling like randy moss
rip fredo, the big boss
want a feat? it’s a big cost
got your b+tch up in her draws
crack a seal, in my withdraws
i don’t see none of your vlogs
she like “summrs, what i gotta do to be in your coupe?”
“to be in your life”
“let me be your boo”
“you got me feeling right”
“you remind me of goon”
and you cannot play me, ‘cause i’m not a fool
and it ain’t april
all you n+ggas is fable
watching me like cable
pouring syrup, no maple
put me under the table, like i was a lame
now they wanna be my friend, now they feel ashamed
go, go, go
[verse: emorysofye]
go, go, go
(?)
and i know his b+tch, she too sad
know i count my guap, with my new bag
lets go out to saks, pop a few tags
i know i’m the sh+t, bet you knew that
disappointed in you, but you knew that
them boys that i’m with, they shoot that
lets go hit a jugg, make a few racks
all that gear you have on, b+tch, i been having on
i will not f+ck with these thotties, i will not answer my phone
all these f+cking rappers clones, stay the f+ck up out my zone
(?)
but i can’t f+ck with these hoes
no, i can’t f+ck with these hoes
(?)
sippin’ drop, i don’t do ciroc
all these b+tches need to stop (need to stop)
all these b+tches need to stop
go, go, go
go, go

[outro: summrs]
(my leg!)
this blunt i’m smoking on, this sh+t too fat
and this car that i’m in, it go too fast
and don’t you play me lil’ n+gga, wouldn’t do that
and these dreads in my head, ain’t no durag
and this b+tch i’m f+cking on, yeah, she too bad
i heard you broke, lil’ n+gga, well that’s too bad
countin’ racks, countin’ bands, but y’all knew that
i’m a big glow boy, thought you knew that
like, b+tch, you f+cking home? i’ve—

- summrs emorysofye lyrics

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