You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
In the heat of the summer,
Summer never bummer, till its autumn
Higher power where these verses from
I'm 11,i love to dance and sing
Wait, now it's about eight something
All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.
Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance
Probably getta summer home, in miami
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Pens dance across pages,
Let's have a toast for this new love
Your last wish, wanna dance?
Man it’s the killer tracks
Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer
Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger
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