Summrs, iayze - Barnes & Noble lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs, iayze - Barnes & Noble lyrics]
(It's Moe Trappa and you
Fuckin' with Surreal Gang)
Oh, yeah fuck it let's get some kicks
Fuck it, his ass, he got kicked, yeah
Rare hoe she so thick, yeah
Fuck it, I might pay her rent (Rent)
She know lil' Rino the shit
I feel like the damn president
Slayworld, I do represent (Okay, okay)
Look in his pockets, It's lint
Look in my pockets, it's ten (Racks)
We just sold a nigga Fent, yeah
My eyes low, Jeremy Lin (Jeremy Lin)
Weiland, came through with the bins
The gang came through in thе Roadster
I got more bread than a toastеr
Talkin' that shit, then It's over
Medicine up in my soda
I like my bitches lil' older (Older)
Pushin' that 'Cat like a stroller
My chains make the room colder
She like that I'm never sober
Thought I done already told you (Uh, huh)
Came through this hoe with some soldiers
Broke ass nigga, he a poser (yeah)
I just do what I'm 'posed to (yeah)
Dreads in my head like Sosa
Sippin' on the purple mocha (What)
I'm richer than all my locals (yeah)
Lil' Rino done damn near went global
Ran it up straight out my mobile
Smokin' loud we ain't smoke Barnes & Nobles
(yeah) the shit I write be novels
Shit I write be novels
Fuck it, lets get a chauffeur
Hop in a V12 motor
Roll up a green, that odor
Fuck it, lets get some money
Fuck it, lets get it jumpin'
Whole pint hit for some hunnids
That bitch frontin' that boy frontin'
He ain't clutchin'
Get to play, we huntin' him
Better not run in here better not
Shit I write be novels
The shit I write be novels
Oh, yeah fuck it let's get some kicks
Fuck it, his ass, he got kicked, yeah
Rare hoe she so thick, yeah
Fuck it, I might pay her rent (Rent)
She know lil' Rino the shit
I feel like the damn president
Slayworld, I do represent
Fuckin' with Surreal Gang)
Oh, yeah fuck it let's get some kicks
Fuck it, his ass, he got kicked, yeah
Rare hoe she so thick, yeah
Fuck it, I might pay her rent (Rent)
She know lil' Rino the shit
I feel like the damn president
Slayworld, I do represent (Okay, okay)
Look in his pockets, It's lint
Look in my pockets, it's ten (Racks)
We just sold a nigga Fent, yeah
My eyes low, Jeremy Lin (Jeremy Lin)
Weiland, came through with the bins
The gang came through in thе Roadster
I got more bread than a toastеr
Talkin' that shit, then It's over
Medicine up in my soda
I like my bitches lil' older (Older)
Pushin' that 'Cat like a stroller
My chains make the room colder
She like that I'm never sober
Thought I done already told you (Uh, huh)
Came through this hoe with some soldiers
Broke ass nigga, he a poser (yeah)
I just do what I'm 'posed to (yeah)
Dreads in my head like Sosa
Sippin' on the purple mocha (What)
I'm richer than all my locals (yeah)
Lil' Rino done damn near went global
Ran it up straight out my mobile
Smokin' loud we ain't smoke Barnes & Nobles
(yeah) the shit I write be novels
Shit I write be novels
Fuck it, lets get a chauffeur
Hop in a V12 motor
Roll up a green, that odor
Fuck it, lets get some money
Fuck it, lets get it jumpin'
Whole pint hit for some hunnids
That bitch frontin' that boy frontin'
He ain't clutchin'
Get to play, we huntin' him
Better not run in here better not
Shit I write be novels
The shit I write be novels
Oh, yeah fuck it let's get some kicks
Fuck it, his ass, he got kicked, yeah
Rare hoe she so thick, yeah
Fuck it, I might pay her rent (Rent)
She know lil' Rino the shit
I feel like the damn president
Slayworld, I do represent