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Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me |
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For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees |
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S dots with polo fleeces |
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Purple label shit with the logo secret |
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Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in |
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A couple words and like peaches and herb |
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We'll be reunited and it feels so hood |
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Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?" |
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Well I do this in my slumber summer |
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I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer |
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I drop heat, when you bring the sun up |
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The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up |
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Niggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter |
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I don't talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ ya |
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Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes |
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I ain't making you the butt of my jokes |
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But let's not stray from what I came to say |
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To my beloved, think we need some time away |
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They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage |
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And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay |
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It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed |
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From the public, who should've gave me the pulitz' |
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Instead gave me they ass to kiss |
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But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips |
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But still shine light down on all my peers |
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I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share |
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And all the success I received, I know you can't believe |
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I still love 'em but they don't love me |
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They like the drunk uncle in your family |
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You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same |
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It's like when niggaz make subliminal records |
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If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it |
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You don't really want it with Hov, for the record |
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I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid |
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Keep entering the danger zone |
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You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song |
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If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker c'mon |
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Say when, take ten paces and spin |
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But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' |
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On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode |
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His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good |
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But any day you know a nigga could |
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Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz |
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You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me |
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Niggaz can't fuck with me |
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I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove |
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And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up |
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But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up |
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Now I'm +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth and |
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Young niggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion |
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[talking] |
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Listen here summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do |
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I got a brand new bitch, corporate America |
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She showing me a lot of action right now |
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And I know you put me on my feet and all, but |
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I mean, it's time for me to grow |
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You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go |
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I'm done for now, so one for now |
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Possibly forever, we had fun together |
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But like all good things, we must come to an end |
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Please show the same love to my friends |
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Dear summer |
