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Rich Made. Rich Made. I got cold blood for a hot summer. No love in a hot summer. There's no grub for the hot summer. Scheming on my blood for a hot summer. That hot summer gave me cold blood, yeah. That hot summer there was no love, yeah. That hot summer there was no grub, yeah. It got me scheming on my own blood, yeah. Where I'm from it get treacherous. We too used to running 'round reckless. Uh, that judge coming with a sentence. Niggas coming with them guns and extensions. Uh, uh, and I be coming like Hendrix. Let the stick talk, let the stick talk. I'm hearing brick talk, hearing brick talk. So now it's lick talk, now it's lick talk. Real demon, I ain't coming with no pitch fork. Uh, I do a man up like jigsaw. You ain't slagging, what the fuck you on the Strip for? Uh, get the fuck up out my Trap house. Gotta get a brick, gotta get a Brick, uh. Gotta hit a lick, gotta hit a Lick, uh. Gotta get a stick, gotta get a Stick, uh. Gotta get 'em hit, gotta get 'em Hit, uh. I got cold blood for a hot summer. No love in a hot summer. There's no grub for the hot summer. Scheming on my blood for a hot summer. That hot summer gave me cold blood, yeah. That hot summer there was no love, yeah. That hot summer there was no grub, yeah. It got me scheming on my own blood. Cold blood running through this cold heart. Treat the foreign whip like an old car. Should've seen your bitch face when we drove past. I'm a sniper, nigga, shit's got no chance, Uh. Take your hoe out and take your grow Down. Nigga, we gon' come up off the lowdown. Seen a nigga die for a whole ounce, uh. Headshot knocked his soul out, uh. Ain't, nobody ride, ain't nobody slide. Only one body, then somebody lied. They put one in his body but he's still Alive. Ain't a body but it's cool, Somebody tried, uh. Gotta get a brick, gotta get a brick, uh. Gotta hit a lick, gotta hit a lick, uh. Gotta get a stick, gotta get a stick, uh. Gotta get 'em hit, gotta get 'em hit, uh. I got cold blood for a hot summer. No love in a hot summer. There's no grub for the hot summer. Scheming on my blood for a hot summer. That hot summer gave me cold blood, yeah. That hot summer there was no love, yeah. That hot summer there was no grub, yeah. It got me scheming on my own blood.
Tiny Boost — Hot Summer
«Hot Summer» — Tiny Boost. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:14. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
