Summrs - Like a Band lyrics

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Summrs - Like a Band lyrics

[Chorus] I'll be happy when they let my ni**as out the can (Ayy yo, that's Nick) All my ni**as got drums on 'em like we a band You don't really love me, huh? b*tch, just keep it a band My ni**a'll come walk your ass down with a FN Baby, I'm noddin' off, b*tch, I need me a fan My life so exquisite, I'm sippin' on drank up in France These ni**as don't sip, they'll rather kill theyself for the trend [Verse] She ain't really loyal to the ni**a, she just rather do it for the 'Gram Said she don't like rap ni**as, can't let her figure out who I am fu*k that LA sh*t, I'd rather go kick it with the fam' Oh, it's "fu*k me," huh? b*tch-ass ni**a, better not let it jam How you ain't a thot and you just lеt my ni**a Savvy hit it in the Lamb'? Gone on the drank 24/7, can't еven feel my leg Diss me in a song? When I see you in person, remember what you said I'll flash out in this b*tch and start seein' nothin' but red On stage with my heater, my people got heaters I'm up in the 'Cat, this b*tch fast like a cheetah I'm missin' my ni**as, I hope that they free 'em Say one wrong thing and big Daro delete 'em My ni**as serve food, might be feedin' your people You can look in my eyes and just tell that I'm evil You can tell if your ni**a a snake if you read 'em Bring me that ni**a head, he did me dirty I'm easy to fu*k with, just show me you worth it That's it (Yeah, huh) [Chorus] I'll be happy when they let my ni**as out the can All my ni**as got drums on 'em like we a band You don't really love me, huh? b*tch, just keep it a band My ni**a'll come walk your ass down with a FN Baby, I'm noddin' off, b*tch, I need me a fan My life so exquisite, I'm sippin' on drank up in France These ni**as don't sip, they'll rather kill theyself for the trend I'll be happy when they let my ni**as out the can All my ni**as got drums on 'em like we a band You don't really love me, huh? b*tch, just keep it a band My ni**a'll come walk your ass down with a FN Baby, I'm noddin' off, b*tch, I need me a fan My life so exquisite, I'm sippin' on drank up in France These ni**as don't sip, they'll rather kill theyself for the trend

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