6 Summers Lyrics
It's all ready for like the biggest out here, boy
Wooo
Wooo
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6 summers, 6 summers
Got enough work to ball 6 summers
6 bitches, 6 summers
Real niggas, all gunners
6 summers, 6 summers
Couple mill, I'm just tryna live mama
6 summers, 6 summers
Got enough work to ball 6 summers
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, 12 hunter
My youngins raise a crib just for some loyal feeds
Know nothing ‘bout no laughter, raise no poakin' beans
Countin' all this money with that chopper close
Ever seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds takin' pictures, think I'm movin' dope
Never thought I'd see this shit on 24
10 bitches, all fuckin'
Mercedes Benz, them 6 hundreds
60's on the Jeep, I named it Ron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
6 summers, 6 summers
Got enough work to ball 6 summers
6 bitches, 6 summers
Real niggas, all gunners
6 summers, 6 summers
Couple mill, I'm just tryna live mama
6 summers, 6 summers
Got enough work to ball 6 summers
I've been broke before but never that like yesterday
All this money that I'm countin' got my mama straight
Always had that plenty grind, I'm talkin' hard awake
Yea I lost my nigga ‘fore he took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm ridin' that foreign
So you pussies never forget me
And I'm still puffin' that Nina
Just pray to God “be with me”
My car dasher 1-80, my bitch lookin' like Kimy
My shirt label Versace
Them king of diamonds, tsunami
My sneakers wear ‘em like neat
That red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes
No books are in them bags
No countin' money, we ray that
They send it after that stash
6 summers, 6 summers
Got enough work to ball 6 summers
6 bitches, 6 summers
Real niggas, all gunners
6 summers, 6 summers
Couple mill, I'm just tryna live mama
6 summers, 6 summers
Got enough work to ball 6 summers