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Coats In Summer (feat. Lucky Ace)
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Samuel Christopher Barker
Samuel Christopher Barker
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(Ace, Yeah) Coats In the Summer Link Ace smoke some marijuana I took too much now I'm a gonna huh (Check yeah) Bitches love talking shit being in drama (Drama) Spitting on my dick just like a Llama Bro get packs and he shipping to Ghana Flying birds I'm really selling this crow Hands on my hip they thought I was doing the meringue Shots get buss just like a free throw Stack notes just really tryna stack these essays Cafeteria I'm serving them lunch, Disgusting sprite chameleon punch Got that pack it's smelling like fart skirt in that whip like Mario Kart Or Sebastian Vettel, Got that metal Serving grass, Got a few petals Moving weight the size of cattle gotta watch out for the snakes cus you know they rattle Gotta watch out for the snitches they tail toes and taddle Tryna hop up on a boat but there's not enough paddles Got a triple beam to weigh up that shine Piss on these opps like there name was urinal Huh? Got a bitch wet she like Squirtle (Squirtle) I ain't sipping no purple I like it when she moan moan (Moan) I call that bitch Myrtle (Ugh, huh) I might be going to slow but don't call me no turtle Cus real talk I'm going too quick in this shit I came round in a full on circle (Yeah yeah bitch) Who's driving we need a key? Now (Huh) She got mileage that bitch ain't for me I've been up circling for that hoe like girl can you come back please She said baby just touch the surface cus you been making me weep, Now She been on worse shit I get her a birkin (Huh) Shit don't come for free Sipping and slurping sipping and slurping she sucking me, Down Baby I'm curving you cus I clocked you don't worship me Perk in her pocket she gonna roll On a shopping spree with all my bros (Flip) Buss a shot in a alley with bro (Yeah) I get slops then I kick it and go Ain't a strap, Man I ain't a lesbo Gimme that and then you hit the road She a really twisted bitch Cus it be summer but she wearing a coat And a vest in the winter are you cold? I've drumming since seven years old I've been jarring since ten years old I've been drunk since twelve years old Look at me now I'm alone, Smoke my Crow and I be twenty one years old Told that Bitch you better mind your tone (Tone) Cus you talking to Zenzero I've been on reefer she been on blow, If you know what I mean bro (Oh na) Who's driving we need a key? Now She got mileage that bitch ain't for me I've been up circling for that hoe like girl can you come back please She said baby just touch the surface cus you been making me weep, Now She been on worse shit I get her a birkin (Huh?) Shit don't come for free (Yeh) Sipping and slurping sipping and slurping she sucking me, Down Baby I'm curving you cus I clocked you don't worship me And you looking too nervous I'm thinking it's freak time so I'm gonna go close the curtains She like a sea lion cus she a feline, Fuck I meant to say catfish Look at your face on my screen, Don't seem right Okay, it be looking backwards I'm smoking a three five Bill up a patch cus I ain't doing a backwards Now I'm betting that we high She ain't even got bunda but I still went and slapped it Otherwise it doesn't feel right, No It don't feel right girl Yeah look, I've been tryna get my money up so I can travel the world I cannot put my trust and my feelings in another girl Uh uh uh uh, Yeah Flying birds I'm really selling this crow Hands on my hip they thought I was doing the meringue Shots get buss just like a free throw Stack notes just really tryna stack these essays
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