YN Jay - Summer Time (Official Audio)

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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Woahhhhhhhh
Woahhhhhhhh
Damn
[Verse]
Ay, All these bad bitches love my music, I be fucking
Overcharging Champagne in the club
Do your fucking dance
Nasty ass bitch out here tricking, she gon’ fuck for days
You ain’t got no dogshit on you, where your rubber bands?
I make it rain, make it storm in this bitch, I’m the thunderman
Used to cook, is that butter man?
Bad bitch asking where I’m from
I’m from the gutter man
You the niggah probably tell on your brother then
Always had to beat a niggah ass, that’s my brother friend
Bitch I’m left-handed, but I shoot with my other hand
In a room full of bad bitches, I’m in motherland
Pull up with a old school rife, I’m the hunter man
Niggah said he was gonna do what? What the fuck you saying?
I get so motherfucking high, how the fuck you land?
I get kicked outta hotels, how the fuck you banned?
Always want beef with no stick, why the fuck you bland?
[Chorus]
Summertime, eh
Summertime, Damn
Summertime, Summertime
Damnnn
[Verse 2]
Ay, how the fuck it’s summertime but it’s cold as fuck
Ran off on the plug, man you bold as fuck
I just hit somebody granny, she was old as fuck
I’m finna hit up on my bitch like c’mon lets fuck
Got a surprise for a bitch, I tell her hoe guess what?
Bitch trippin’ over shoes
________ little bitch, you better not waste my cup
Niggah better not fire up no switch or ima break your gun
Got the ball, off-side kick, I had to fake my punt
I was up 100 last April, I couldn’t make this up
Just because I made it out the hood don’t mean I’m changing up
Ay, just because I came from out the hood
Just because I came, ahhhhhhhh
Just because I came from the hood
Just because I made it out the hood don’t mean I’m changing up
Count so much motherfucking money, I got paper cuts
I slide a blade across your head like a razor cut
Let a bad bitch break my heart, I can’t take this up
Why the fuck you riding with a pistol if you ain’t gon’ duck
I could’ve ran for president but I ain’t no trump
Why the fuck you riding around with a pistol like a pimple
Boy you ain’t gon’ bust
Bitch you might as well leave right now if we ain’t gon’ fuck
I can’t fall in love with no bitch, cause it ain’t no trust
Ohhh, are, are you talkin’ ‘bout like, like, like you and me?
Bitch there ain’t no fucking you and me, like it ain’t no us
I just pulled up in a wide body, like this ain’t no truck
I’m better off being a goose cause I ain’t no duck
Everything I got was a blessing, bro that ain’t no luck
I just hit the dog with the dog, you be mating mutts
We be back-to-back in sky packs like who’s racing us?
I smoke a niggah by myself, get to facing blunts
I was catching planes in highschool, had me late for lunch
[Chorus]
Summertime, eh
Summertime, Damn
Summertime, Summertime
Damnnn