Summrs - Living a 2nd Life lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Living a 2nd Life lyrics]
Good blow
Good drugs, sippin' good drank
Models and shit
Flights to meetings and shit
Oh, you like ice in your martini, huh?
Oh, you like ice in your martini, huh?
Oh, you flexing in that new 'Ghini, huh?
Oh, oh you said you visited Tahiti, huh?
Oh, oh you like the money, you greedy, huh?
Oh, you living the life, it's too easy, huh?
Oh, oh you said you like
To go to Four Seasons
Huh?
Oh, you like your hair and your nails did, oh
Let the windows down, let your hair
Just blow in the wind
Oh
Can't see these hating hoes
In your Gucci lens
You ain't got time to waste time
Talking to you on the FaceTime
Sipping drank on the ice
I ain't sipping on no lime
Even though we had a phase
It'll be you, don't lie
No
Cop me a new Plain Jane I'm just
Waiting for it to come in
I just seen a bitch fuck a bitch in my face
That shit was too stunning
Shots to the face won't wake up
'til them niggas run in
I just cut a rich hoe off
She was way too annoying
Chanel the Gucci, the Gucci the Louis
The Louis the Prada
Heard that you found you a new nigga
Know he ain't dripped in designer
Yeah, it's just a reminder
I could fuck a badder bitch than you, baby
That's just a reminder
Oh, you like ice in your martini, huh?
Oh, you got tired of the Jag'
So you copped the 'Ghini
Huh?
Oh, you repping Chanel perfume on
Your skin like a genie
Huh?
Oh, you kicking shit with your new
Mans at the Four Seasons
Huh?
And I heard you visited Tahiti, huh?
Oh, you really think you want to blow me
Huh?
Good drugs, sippin' good drank
Models and shit
Flights to meetings and shit
Oh, you like ice in your martini, huh?
Oh, you like ice in your martini, huh?
Oh, you flexing in that new 'Ghini, huh?
Oh, oh you said you visited Tahiti, huh?
Oh, oh you like the money, you greedy, huh?
Oh, you living the life, it's too easy, huh?
Oh, oh you said you like
To go to Four Seasons
Huh?
Oh, you like your hair and your nails did, oh
Let the windows down, let your hair
Just blow in the wind
Oh
Can't see these hating hoes
In your Gucci lens
You ain't got time to waste time
Talking to you on the FaceTime
Sipping drank on the ice
I ain't sipping on no lime
Even though we had a phase
It'll be you, don't lie
No
Cop me a new Plain Jane I'm just
Waiting for it to come in
I just seen a bitch fuck a bitch in my face
That shit was too stunning
Shots to the face won't wake up
'til them niggas run in
I just cut a rich hoe off
She was way too annoying
Chanel the Gucci, the Gucci the Louis
The Louis the Prada
Heard that you found you a new nigga
Know he ain't dripped in designer
Yeah, it's just a reminder
I could fuck a badder bitch than you, baby
That's just a reminder
Oh, you like ice in your martini, huh?
Oh, you got tired of the Jag'
So you copped the 'Ghini
Huh?
Oh, you repping Chanel perfume on
Your skin like a genie
Huh?
Oh, you kicking shit with your new
Mans at the Four Seasons
Huh?
And I heard you visited Tahiti, huh?
Oh, you really think you want to blow me
Huh?