Look at the degrees, it say 90 but it feel like 100
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I'm hot boy, to it, who you think they talk to
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The bad bitches, the mad niggas, that's who my gun for
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Blast stitching and blast thinner, they both down for
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Five on the hippie, five in the whippy
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Me and seven in the seven cities, would you bet me
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And two friends yelling no new friends
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Giving them D, breaking in dope, cool love end for the week shift
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Barbeque on the block, too dope for beaches
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My ' features sun kiss, orange G shit, pull back top when the ill black jock
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Oh, that's my homey J, yo, put away that Glock
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My shooters be ready and deadly, I trained them well
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My women be plenty and friendly, they kiss, don't tell
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The fish gonna fry itself in the kitchen, we moving on up
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Free all my niggas from they cells, boy on commission
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Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out
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90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please
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You know I'm here with the black out
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Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers
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Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us
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Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers
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Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up
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I made it, classic moves and classic shoes
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With a Cuban linked on, that's some classic jewels
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My homie Yankee pulled the red Porsche on the boat up
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And the girls want the call, yeah, we like, show, show
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But we got all sorts, black, white, Asian and Spanish girls
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At the la marina look amazing, the navy gazing, we blazing
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Playing, spazzing, and johnny pump open, hold it down, don't spray her
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Mammy with the polka, water gun, see her soaked up
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But only we her hair if you paying to do it over
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'Cause chicks get mad and trip like six flags
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High rollers, no coasters, fill the cups, place cash on the floor
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Dice games for twenty or more
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No ass bet, just ice cheddar, it's the allure of the streets
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Mixed in with the heat in this jungle of concrete I got soul for cheap, word
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Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out
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90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please
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You know I'm here with the black out
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Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers
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Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us
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Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers
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Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up
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Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine
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I'm just getting money representing for the streets
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Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine
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I'm just getting money representing for the streets
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Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine
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I'm just getting money representing for the streets
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Hot Out
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