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summrs - true story lyrics

[verse]
i’m a real -ss n-gga
i could show you how to get the figures
shoes here cost a ticket
i just sit back and reminisce
you need to sit back and just listen
still the same in my eyes, don’t trip
i’m in the h with green gripping
and my n-ggas still sipping
yeah, the red or the yellow
free bugga out the cell though, yeah
my granny called she said she missed me
tell me i need to go to sunday service and ask the lord for forgiveness but i don’t be trying to hear it
i know i need to get right
i know i need to stop the drugs
i know that i seen right but when i’m down i really need love
i depend on pills to get me right but i know this not the answer
i know we ain’t on good terms but when i call you should pick up
i done f-cked on a couple models
i done went through some ‘script bottles
they say money only brings problems but i feel like it bring power
fake n-ggas come around
i seen a couple n-ggas turn sour
i seen my mama work her -ss off making only ten dollars a hour
had to take loans out for christmas just so we could have a christmas
yeah, just so we could be happy
i seen my mama get fake smiles even though i knew she wasn’t happy
told her when i get my first million i’ma gon ‘head buy a aston
now we a couple thousand feet up and we still got a lil’ wi-fi
we eat benihana’s no five guys
couple bloods and crips ’round me
with the gang, you know i got mob ties
she say she don’t do drugs
put her under the influence, now the b-tch got a lil’ too high
said she tryna sip fluid
that p-ssy sh-t i see through it
i ain’t finna fake kick it with these n-ggas
these n-ggas and b-tches be polluted, toxic
i’m sipping on dj screw and the [?]
i f-cked a couple stipper b-tches and they work at follies, aye
we don’t take percocets ’til we overdose
the b-tch bad but i had to let her go, she do the most
to all my b-tches i love ’em the same but i love the money more
tell my b-tches that i love ’em them the same but i love the money more

[outro]
new b-tch belong on vogue
back in the o with my [?]
back in the o with my bro
i hope this drink don’t take my soul
i’m too proud of me i know
girls, girls, girls gone wild
they gon f-ck on us after the show

- summrs lyrics

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