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ytb fatt - 2 mill in the summer lyrics

[intro]
(you would fly too if you linked up with frenchie)

[chorus]
i just called your phone, you ain’t answer and i’m thinkin’ what the f+ck up with that?
i just called your phone, you ain’t answer, i’m thinkin’ what the f+ck i did?
why you playin’ like that? and i ain’t goin’ for that
i just called your phone and your n+gga pick up, i know he ain’t playin’ with the fox like that
you been actin’ bad, finna beat your back
come here, beat the p+ssy, grab her cheeks
emerald diamonds made her wet
tap dance on the pot, make it stretch
i’m in miami throwin’ a private set on a private jet
i don’t complain’ ’bout her neck
i put diamonds on her neck for her neck (hеr mouth)

[verse]
i flew the b+tch in, ate thе p+ssy, after that, bought her baguettes, uh
i spent 50k on my t++th, made the p+ssy play with her cl+t
she a project girl, know she from the hood, finna turn her up, how you comin’?
n+gga, don’t ask me sh+t like that, i done turned me a bottom b+tch to a diamond b+tch
i got ten, twelve chains, they sick
i got rich b+tches sayin’ they my b+tch
fox head piece, emerald hittin’
she in my house with a mouthful of d+ck, huh
i booked a jet for her and her friends
sh+t, i’m stuck in the studio gettin’ it in, but the same time, still call and check on her
i ain’t felt this way in a minute, told you i think i got me a crush
her favorite color purple, told bro let me use the brabus truck
or we can go maybach, i bought her a benz, i hate that
i’m rich for real, she offer the keys back, i ain’t even take that (i don’t want it)
i got a hundred+ball on me, i got a b+tch that’s my homie (i don’t want her)
even on bad terms, i’ll leave the b+tch some money, that’s just how i’m comin’
i’ll let you hang at my house with your friends, i got eight bedrooms, leave the drama
i can’t name me a n+gga that did like me, two million in a summer
[chorus]
i just called your phone, you ain’t answer and i’m thinkin’ what the f+ck up with that?
i just called your phone, you ain’t answer, i’m thinkin’ what the f+ck i did?
why you playin’ like that? and i ain’t goin’ for that
i just called your phone and your n+gga pick up, i know he ain’t playin’ with the fox like that
you been actin’ bad, finna beat your back
come here, beat the p+ssy, grab her cheeks
emerald diamonds made her wet
tap dance on the pot, make it stretch
i’m in miami throwin’ a private set on a private jet
i don’t complain’ ’bout her neck
i put diamonds on her neck for her neck (her mouth)

- ytb fatt lyrics

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