Kool John, IamSu!, P-LO - Summer Jam lyrics

[Kool John, IamSu!, P-LO - Summer Jam lyrics]

Me and my niggas made a Summer Jam
Me and my niggas to the Summer Jam
Me and my niggas kilt the Summer Jam
Me and my niggas most wanted
At the Summer Jam
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah

Shmoplife boys we like to party
Tear up the party, don't drink Bacardi
I drink up the Henny, my blunts not skinny
Women got plenty, my niggas with me
Big booty girl shaking they butt
Yeah baby got butt, I'm blatant as fuck
I be making them bucks, man hating is buck
I be baking the funk
I be quaking in your trunk
City from city, I like my girls really pretty
You niggas faking the funk
You niggas Milli Vanilli
I be geeked up, with my feet up
Cops some more swishers looking
For the trees bruh
She gave me head like a ball cap
Under her bald strap big ass with a bald cat
I need them haters and i'm
Looking for the back
If I ain't a Shmop boy then
What do you call that (YEE)

Me and my niggas made a Summer Jam
Me and my niggas to the Summer Jam
Me and my niggas kilt the Summer Jam
Me and my niggas most wanted
At the Summer Jam
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah

Young P-Lo I'm the hoes favorite
HBK the gang ain't nothing to play with
No reply they ain't talking the payments
Your bitch hit my phone
Always making arrangements
I'm in my zone, haters kill it alone
Mixing Gin with Cris I'm taking
Shots to the dome
See me out of town I'm always repping my home
Always stealing the style these
Other rappers is clones, uh
More bitches more gold chains, yeah
Don't want a piece I want the whole thing
Yeah always keep it hot like propane, yeah
Say they going hard spitting no flame, yeah
Tell a bad bitch to pop it for a pimp
While you laying with the bitch
You a fucking SIMP
Money, money, money yeah I gotta get
Fuck the politics, my gang I'm riding with

Me and my niggas made a Summer Jam
Me and my niggas to the Summer Jam
Me and my niggas kilt the Summer Jam
Me and my niggas most wanted
At the Summer Jam
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah
We shut it down shut it down shut it down
Yeah

I'm Heart Break minded, ice cold climate
Gold teeth gold chain I don't do the diamonds
Haters can't stop me, no they can't hold me
She be head first to the balls like a goalie
Holy moly, two tone rollie
You show your dude love like
My name Mick Foley
Summer jam champ yeah, plotting on a mansion
Center like a letter yeah I stamped it
Big man on campus, I'm the dean
Stepped out clean fresh, on the scene
G-Star jeans, cost like three
Bet your girlfriend want a boss like me
But she can't ever have it, uh
I'ma Heart Break savage, yeah
I'ma Ben Frank addict, yeah
Automatic, systematic

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