Summer Love (Replay M & Yobrian) - Salento DJ

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Quincy, tell 'em One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't fuck up One take on life, can't fuck up This that Michael Owen, '96 'til '02 Gettin' packs, formation, 4-4-2 They just dog food, I be soul food, ah And this is way before I sold food Bitches fuckin' up my whole mood, tellin' me I'm so rude I tell 'em I ain't regular, tell 'em I'm a cold dude You don't get far in life bein' nice 'Cause these people, yeah, they feeble, yeah, they evil They don't want a real come up, trappin' 'til it's sun up Lappy with a copper, never home for supper Missed dinner every day, it's been like four summers Balenciaga runners, still I do the run up I watch real juggers make it, then they plummet We have meetings with the bruddas like a summit They lookin' for attention, bro, just burnin' We got a lot to lose, I'm consistent with the onions Breakin' dem without the tears, breakin' bread with all my peers Panicked couple times but you know, it's only God I fear 'Cause I bleed like you bleed, only I'm in seventh gear I got Calvins on my underwear No, literally, I got that Calvin in my underwear And they shifty, you know, I don't give no fund to scares Officers askin' if I got the gear Sorry constable, I got difficulties, I can't hear And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare Uh, and it's kinda rare Uh, oh yeah, and it's kinda rare One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't fuck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't fuck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up I don't really care about post codes Ask RB, I get them packs sold Any size, I bag those, every time, I bag loads Lifestyle private, I ain't gotta brag, bro 'Cause braggin' what they always do Contemplatin' on the half a food Should I shot it? Should I stop it? And the shot ain't for a fashion, they got points to prove Now we ain't got points to lose Just how we used in this life of sin Little jiggas runnin' 'round puttin' knife to skin Goin' school up in the mornin', readin' Mice and Men Grab the re and get the price on them Comin' to the table, bring a slice, my friend And they do it for the net, yeah, they wanna trend And I do it for the tune 'cause I got guap to spend All these headers really made us all from boys to men Yeah, boys to men We ain't talkin' boybands Hit him in his vehicle, Troy Ave I know akhs that do it point-blank We're all just little fishes in this whole tank But me, I'm a lion in this jungle Ah, Huncho, yeah, I gotta eat Ah, and my brothers, yeah, they lions too They claimin' that they know me, but they envy me One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't fuck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't fuck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up All this losing sight shit, that's bullshit, fam Mans winnin' out here