You got a price tag hanging on the back of your dress, You got your shoes undone and your hair is a mess, But no one sees you like I do You roll the
(Kiss) You show us everything you've got You keep on dancin and the room gets hot You drive us wild, well drive you crazy You say you wanna go for a
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
and convict this n-gga oh d-ckless n-gga man im runnin with the blucka young money muthaf-cka u bet we gon do our thing well aint it sunny in the summer
Thug Line with F.B.G., 7th Sign And Mo' Thug once again we about to blow We about to blow, set it off, explode, set it off, explode Everybody wanna sound
, you've lucked out All the other girls they can only stare That boy, he's so beautiful Sleeping in the chair People change but we're still here We set
Christmas By like sleeping in on Sunday, laughter we never fake Bob Marley in summer, 'One Love' for each other Oh, it feel like 'One Love' for each other
bout whateva, 50 100 mane we'll send you to the devil, I work this bitch like donkey or last level, every block gotta choppa or two to clear da whole set
the streets And convict this nigga Old dickless nigga Man im runnin' with the blucka Young Money muthafucka You think we won't do our thang.. Well ain't it sunny in the summer
the type of shit that can really affect your mental This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions But I still kept my set
ain't slept in days Girl, you gon' make me late undressin' me Know you ain't seen me since yesterday But, see, I got a date with destiny 'Cause this the summer
, I even loaned her Out like a hat, to the others She got spanked if she acted up as if I was her mother [???] And when she tried to run away I set the
on the patio, stretched in my camouflage And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand But on the other
be brighter I'm rolling down valley and Cali in a candy low rider Little kids on bicicletas, licking on paletas that they got From the ice cream man in the summer
snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv Between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord More power than a drug Lord Meant to be because we love each other the
, near his ankle you could see his gun Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar Vetacini summer
