Jt: didn't get a gift for her
At bunker hill hot summer,
It brought back memories...
You make a nigga sing songs nice
My childhood was full of bad memories
Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys
Girl, what you grabbing cash for
Super summer , yellow hummer
Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Live your life or fold under that cruel summer
‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir
Like the chimes on a warm summer night
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
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