Summertime lyrics

Summer time

Summertime
She ain't gotta man
Fell in love wit that ass at the first glance
Just tryna f*ck
No romance
Lame ass n*gga
Wouldn't understand

Summertime
She ain't gotta man
Summertime
She ain't gotta man
Summertime
She ain't gotta man
Make that ass clap
He ain't gotta chance

C O G
Beamer from benzo
Girl if you like this D
Let your friends know
Know I'm smokin on that dough
Inhale
Exhale
Then I blow it out the window
Dropped my old b*tch
Still f*ckin on her friends tho
Never love a hoe
I'm a pimp til the end bro
Put that on momma
Put that on me
Grind til the sun rise
n*gga no sleep
I'm really out here hustling
These n*ggas out here faking it
They think this sh*t is funny
But this money
We be makin it
Yo b*tch
I'm her favorite
And her favorite flavor is chocolate
Walkin on water
You n*ggas just talkin
Baby do lines like we in the super market
Nuts in her mouth like almonds
Killed that pus*y
You should put it on a carton (missing)
Pour up that Ac now a n*gga acknowledged