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Summertime Lyrics (feat. King T)

Set's up high, bitches and whips topless, no ceilings
They pitchin' that Helen Mirren
It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick)
Block burning, G's banging on the beach, white Ts, no-sock shit
Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock
Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system rattlin'
But battle ready cause all got the heavy metal
Tucked to haggle for the Fendi watches
Watch it, everyone observe the color
Of the block where they walkin', watch how they walkin'
See her at the payphone code talkin'
She got them high shorts, thighs thick, p*ssy poppin'
So the lay of the block maintain
As long everybody play they role, and not
Try to step on somebody else's line
But when they do the critic quick to put a clip in a nine
A motherf*cker will die in the summertime

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce
When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down
Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherf*ckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime

Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin'
A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin'
And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em
When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin'
I came to represent for the Likwit Empire
Tha Liks Esquire, with about six priors
It's been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire
And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire
I gut the mic with the negative hype
Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type
Write whatever you like, starts day into night
Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight
As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes
Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes
Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth
Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce
When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down
Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherf*ckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime

Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin'
Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin', where that Fernet, though? (Right?)
Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin'
Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials
Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection
Show 'em that Corona's back, flipping off the pigs and
Breaking mirrors cause he own it jack
And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack
So he keep it rollin' like that dice game
Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay
Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs
Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven
Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second
Then start it up again like resurrection, they count their blessings
Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection
Pause; Laugh it off or get a weapon

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce
When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down
Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherf*ckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime

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Songwriter(s): William Hutson, Jonathan Snipes, King T, Daveed Diggs
Record Label(s): 2014 Sub Pop Records
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