Problem, Kent and Bad Lucc - Made a Mil Before the Summer

I made a mil before the summer
I made a mil before the summer baby
I made a mil before the summer
Just gimme my money I'm
Smoking with the homies

Smoking with the homies made a
Mil before the summer
Baby I'm a player let me
Stick it like a drummer
You hotter than the summer
She ride it and she cum all over my dick
Ho yell out my clique diamond Lane
Y-Y yeah that's us
Blowing Laker purple got me goin' like Buss
RIP E ho don't ask us
My homegirls ride big and I don't mean no bus
Oh my ma ma, they'll fuck you up
Know some niggas babies mamas
That'll suck me up
Got a tour with some niggas
Like "fuck he buff"
Still punch til his nose swoll as Humpty Hump
On ma ma


I go, I told her oG, please roll it
OT like OV man I'm so keyed she loaded
So beast - can't hold him
Drinking a SoBe, so cold
When I'm so deep in a OP
Baby know me, she on it oh see, she knowing
Man I blow trees with the homies
So much weed to that boy B
I could OD at the moment money heavily on em
I suggest, eh rest tickle on that Nestle
Make her grab it like a Espy
Check me? Never, I be coolin
Rappin out of my mind
It's murda inc and I'm Ja Rulin'
All about the game i'm in control you kids
Plus I got the city cracking all
The slappin' we be doing

Black bitch white bones
Fuckin ya baby mama in the Doms at her mom's
Now leave me alone
Drop a 4 in a deuce to make my life speed up
I've fucked every bitch in this club
The homie got the burner tucked
Got Problems and Bad Lucc (What)
Tell yo bitch I used to love her
Everybody been up in her like
The homie back house
I remember everything bitch
I ain't blacked out pay me right now
Pop it pop it make that ass go down
Pull them Vicky Secrets down
Fuck her good make your bitch say ouch

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