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Summrs - No Really Lyrics


[Intro]Chasin' the money[Verse]You would not get in that car with me, don't want apologyBitch, I'm a prodigy, said "Bitch, don't lie to me"Stuffin' my Prada jeans, mama is proud of meNiggas wanna copy me, and there ain't no stoppin' me, yeahAt your head with this bitch like a fittedI'm clutchin' a fifty, or it be a switchyIt's never a smittyDon't show me no pity, bitch, show me your tittiesWhen I'm in the city, rockin' Number (N)ine Mickey, I mix with GivenchyCallin' me papi when I be up in itMy brothers they prayin' with they flag on 'em before they go spin itShit can get serious (Yeah)This bitch said I'm broke, likе bitch is you seriousLil' bitch you deliriousI'm lucifer child, whеn I look in the mirrorI'm off of this red, I got on my BaguettesLast year, I went and bought a PatekThis year, I went and bought a PiguetI'm off the of fuckin' Monnet CongnacThis bitch neck game worth my sex (Yeah)I got a [?] out backAnd I'm locked in with the Mexicans, cartel niggas will cut off your neckAnd I'm thinkin' 'bout tradin' in the S560 for a fuckin' 'VetteYou tried to play wit' me last year, now your friend fuckin' me, that's what you get (Uh)I just brought a Maybach on your pussy assI got them snakes in my grass, had to cut them off now I'm on they ass (Yeah, yeah)And I'm drivin' that car fast, I just spilled drank on my dashNow this bitch a fuckin' red Maybach (Yeah, yeah)Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like thatI was in the field back doin' bad (Yeah, yeah)And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cashI'm finna take your ass to Saks (Yeah, yeah)I'm a big dog, give me that cat, I'll put thirty racks in you baeShow you I fuck with you like that (Yeah, yeah)Friendly niggas tryna catch me down bad I'ma put that .45 on your assAnd we gon' do it just like that (Yeah, yeah)Know my diamonds in my mouth make that fuckin' pussy wetAnd you know this shit ain't no stress (Yeah, yeah)This shit pure, it's all fuckin' facts, like some cocaine or some crack, lil' bitch I told you I'm really that[Outro]Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like thatI was in the field back doin' bad (Yeah, yeah)And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cashI'm finna take your ass to Saks (Yeah, yeah)

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