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Jack Summer

feeling like summer dont love me but that winter was even colder wen the feds came to rush like damn!!! summer dont love me no more [Chorus] Summer

body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love Yeah, she love it the way I put it on her Blowin' trees, summer

I die Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack

season I pull my strap and squeezing Come out with a pack of demons that'll leave the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack

of the thugs in the middle of the map these niggas finna snap spit it for niggas that bit it then give them the business they gonna feel it when we jack

's only a speck uh You think you let a nigga enough a sip, I only sing here We've been here, just chillin' in the back Mixin' a sip of Jack, while the

pickin' up speed On a bench 14th street, taxis streamin' yellow streaks Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak Jack hammers

in it, the fo'-fo' wear Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr) On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in Stack new jacks in

, Not A Celebrity I'm Real Like A Phoenix Sun Feel Like My Day Is Coming If I Can Just Kill Competition Then All The Fees Will Come You Can't Stunt On I The Whole Summers