Summrs - Put Out Fye lyrics

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Summrs - Put Out Fye lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah (b*tch, haha) Ha, woah, ha, woah, ha, oh-oh [Chorus: Summrs, Summrs & Autumn!] You gotta crawl before you walk Don't worry bout me, lil' b*tch, I'm guwop Came in this b*tch with a couple shooters Extended mag look like a ruler Ain't hearin' nan' if it ain't the moolah Chain put out fire just like a cooler Smokin' on trees, this sh*t is some Za' [Verse 1: Summrs] She wet like a sink fu*ked the b*tch on a floor, had to use me a mop Don't care what you think I came too far, I can't just stop b*tch, what is your name? Go behind my back, that's how you get cropped Stop sayin' you can't You could do anything, lil' ni**a just try [Chorus: Summrs, Summrs & Autumn!] You gotta crawl before you walk Don't worry bout me, lil' b*tch, I'm guwop Came in this b*tch with a couple shooters Extended mag look like a ruler Ain't hearin' nan' if it ain't the moolah Chain put out firе just like a cooler Smokin' on trees, this sh*t is some Za' [Verse 2: Summrs] For mе, she get wet, for you, she get dry She love how I dress, she love my attire We carry them sticks, you know we gon' slide Don't fu*k with me, I advise you not die It tore me to pieces when Brenda had died (b*tch, haha) I tried to trust, but you always gon' lie Four-feezy on my side He out his meezy, must wanna die My ni**as be creepin' all on your side I fell in the deep end, so I get high When this beat gon' end? 'Cause I'm tired You got no reason for you to lie I fu*k with your speed but I ain't gon' lie fu*ked up the other night when you said that sh*t that you had said to me And it brought me down harder than I ever been Xannies callin' out, I haven't popped one since then Money all around, why won't you go get that sh*t? ni**as talkin' down, I can't just go let you in If my b*tch stay down, I'm gon' Cartier her wrist I be coughin', this ain't no fu*kin' COVID I keep coughin', these people think that I'm sick Keep on coughin', they might give you pint of Tris My ni**a lost it, he popped that ni**a in his sh*t I just bought this, paid 'bout ten bands for this fit I'm tryna hit it, let me know what the deal is [Chorus: Summrs, Summrs & Autumn!] You gotta crawl before you walk Don't worry bout me, lil' b*tch, I'm guwop Came in this b*tch with a couple shooters Extended mag look like a ruler Ain't hearin' nan' if it ain't the moolah Chain put out fire just like a cooler Smokin' on trees, this sh*t is some Za'

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