London Jae – Summer lyrics

[Verse 1: London Jae]
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
Now let me pray for these fuck niggas
Turn it up!
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
He for them [?] my shit straight out of VIP
Pull up on me in traffic, I race you for that check
Pull up at the red light, go
Got them sneaks on the back, so the bitch sit low
$30 grand for the paint, (?) blow snow
Come up whip blow row like woah
Cashin' out, never cashin' in
Tired of livin' cappin' in
The ho goin' crazy, fuck you pay me
Summer on the way, so why the fuck you hatin'?
And I'mma kill this summer, word to momma
And I put that on my motherfuckin' gunners, I'm a stunna
These bitches love me, they say I do too much
But I just crack a smile, bitch I don't do enough
True story, you heard it here first
And by the time the summer hit you gotta know the verse

[Chorus: London Jae]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my (?)
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, (?)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car
Aka that Nascar, aka that drag car
My rap name is Young Thug
I'm taking the trade to be a Blood
My blunts are like two dubs
Put 'em out, the roaches like bugs
*DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back 2x*
Break the Benz ain't rented, ho
Spends on my face too tinted, ho
Kick this shit like new K, aka Lieutenant, ho
Jockin' and be with me, he jockin' and be with me
And if you want them birds, I got a (flock of them with me)
No cops and rich niggas is my icons
I'm not an af', but if you need bricks bitch (?)
Come back to you, like the back of you
Now I'm after you
And if you order more, we'll feed you rat food

[Chorus: London Jae]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my (?)
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, (?)

[Verse 3: London Jae]
(?) and the top gone
Got a pint of lean plus I'm on Patron
Got a bad bitch and a wife at home
Gettin' crazy dome while I'm on the phone
Private flights, G6
Flyin' overseas, got me seasick
Cold heart, never trust a bitch
Got a cold wrist, cold six
Forty-five, born to live, live to die
Summertime got a new coupe, no roof
Carbon fiber, bullet proof
Paid in Full like rich poor
Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more
I'm on my grind in that real split
Man, I'm on my shit, bitches on my dick
Designer frames on my face
Can't see you niggas from outer space
Panoramic views, wanna see me nigga
In the penthouse where we chillin' at
I'm from zone three, bleedin' there
Nigga fuck you if you ain't feelin' it
Got a lotta hoes, a lotta clothes
Too many fans, I do a lotta shows
Got a lotta paper, fuck the haters
10 grand in the club, ain't nothin' major
Do what I want, everyday
Fuck many groupies, I'm London Jae
Got the top spot, the world mine
The city mine, I'm on time
Now that's what I call a hell of a summer

[Chorus: London Jae]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my (?)
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, (?)