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歌詞
[Verse 1]
I got the summer on lock and the winter too
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'?
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock and the winter too
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'?
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock
[Verse 2]
****, I'm so far ahead of my time I'm 'bout to start another life
You a target, I'll probably blast you twice
Alky rapping with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm
I am the calm 'fore disaster could strike
[Verse 3]
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones, like the Huxtables
Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized
I ain't even human, I'm paying in communion wine
[Verse 4]
Cruising in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a **** face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
Y'all can finish that whack shit, then it's back to the gods
I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?
[Verse 5]
I got the summer on lock and the winter too
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'?
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock and the winter too
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'?
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock
[Verse 6]
Uh, it's fly season, my season
As long as I don't lose it's all cool if I die even
Yeah, we the **** that they talkin' 'bout
Yeah, y'all the **** that they chalkin' out
Yeah, I just let 'em go, I don't force 'em out
Supreme Court starin' at my man as they walk him out
The time that he lookin' at is crucial
I can see the pain translated through his pupils
Turn yourself in, it's even worse when they scoop you
See the Jake, don't hit the brake just go to neutral
Barbecues, white yacht parties, that's what he used to
Pool halls, clubs and cribs, that's what he shoot through
Work out, get your number on
Say your prayers, get your slumber on
They ain't give you life so your number gon' pop
Best believe till the day you come home
[Verse 7]
I got the summer on lock
Our sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our sun shine all day long
All day long (Stop frontin' ****)
I got the summer on lock
[Verse 8]
Grind all winter, shine all summer
Life's a bitch and I'm tryna keep you slime balls from her
Any leaks, we gon' fix it, none of mine call plumbers
Nina to your chess player like nine y'all number
We Rondo ****, real recognize real, you John Doe ****
I made a closet out of a condo, ****
See that's flyest **** living shit, look over the river shit
She say I'm an asshole, how, when I don't give a shit?
It's play money, my son think the foreign a toy
That's why the family gon' ball like Lavar and his boys
I realize they wanna backstab me then turn knife
You ain't got a hunnid till you got two hunnid, learn life
Respect ain't earned twice, once you lose it it's gone
And it's lame when your money right but you usin' it wrong
Shout the **** coming home this summer, the juice back
Screamin' OJ shootin' craps, brought the tre deuce back, yeah
[Verse 9]
I got the summer on lock and the winter too
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'?
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock
Our sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our sun shine all day long
All day long
I got the summer on lock
Written by: Fabolous, Jason Terrance Phillips, Jeffrey Ethan Campbell, Pusha T, Royce The 59