Summrs - what we have lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - what we have lyrics]
What do you desire?
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, haha
(Oh, oh, oh oh, oh)
You taking my soul and I know
You feel like this won't last
I'm on my last line
I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast
They think that they know
But they tryna figure out what we have
I'm still mixing drugs and I know
It's not good for my health
Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup
Don't worry 'bout it
I'm tryna' 'fess my love
Fuck the rest, it's just us
If I score on a pint of Act'
I'm puttin' it up
If a nigga try take that, then
It's up and it's stuck
I'm puttin' him up
Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach
I ain't tryna' turn up baby, I'm laid back
Sippin' Hi Tec, I'm relaxed
This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse
I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act
You got my back, and that's that
In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top
You look better than a pint of Wock'
Let me stop, I'm just playin'
We gon' be good, just stick to the plan
Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land
RIP gran
When she lеft me, I was so hurt man
I was tryna hold the tears back, but I can't
Free my mans out thе can
If I love you, I'ma love you 'till the end
But my trust fucked up
It's hard to let you in
You taking my soul and I know
You feel like this won't last
I'm on my last line
I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast
They think that they know
But they tryna figure out what we have
I'm still mixing drugs and I know
It's not good for my health
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, haha
(Oh, oh, oh oh, oh)
You taking my soul and I know
You feel like this won't last
I'm on my last line
I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast
They think that they know
But they tryna figure out what we have
I'm still mixing drugs and I know
It's not good for my health
Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup
Don't worry 'bout it
I'm tryna' 'fess my love
Fuck the rest, it's just us
If I score on a pint of Act'
I'm puttin' it up
If a nigga try take that, then
It's up and it's stuck
I'm puttin' him up
Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach
I ain't tryna' turn up baby, I'm laid back
Sippin' Hi Tec, I'm relaxed
This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse
I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act
You got my back, and that's that
In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top
You look better than a pint of Wock'
Let me stop, I'm just playin'
We gon' be good, just stick to the plan
Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land
RIP gran
When she lеft me, I was so hurt man
I was tryna hold the tears back, but I can't
Free my mans out thе can
If I love you, I'ma love you 'till the end
But my trust fucked up
It's hard to let you in
You taking my soul and I know
You feel like this won't last
I'm on my last line
I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast
They think that they know
But they tryna figure out what we have
I'm still mixing drugs and I know
It's not good for my health