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• Artiste: Summrs
• Titre: Out Da Window
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Intro] (What do you desire?) (Bitch, haha) Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, yeah Woah, woah, woah I see you flexin' your bankroll Okay, he flexin' for them hoes FN Five-Seven on my hip, I let it go In a penthouse smokin' dope She hit my phone every time I'm on the road My nigga tryna walk down some', he ain't shootin' out the window Said she ain't fuckin' none of us, then what she here for? I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine, sippin' on big dope And if I pull this bitch out my jeans, I'm gon' start firin', ho I'm with one of these nigga's bitches in a Porsche 911 slidin' though Thought you was gettin' active? Now I'm in your city, boy what you hidin' for? In this bitch with a wrinkled shirt, but you know I gotta keep a iron though Can't see no other niggas fuckin' with me like I'm blind, ho I see you flexin' your bankroll Okay, he flexin' for them hoes FN Five-Seven on my hip, I let it go In a penthouse smokin' dope She hit my phone every time I'm on the road My nigga tryna walk down some', he ain't shootin' out the window Said she ain't fuckin' none of us, then what she here for? I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine, sippin' on big dope And if I pull this bitch out my jeans, I'm gon' start firin', ho I'm with one of these nigga's bitches in a Porsche 911 slidin' though (Bitch, haha) Bitch said that I'm broke, I'm like, "What the fuck is you lyin' for?" I ain't one of them, I'm really him, one of a kind, ho Let that bitch bang, let that bitch sang, I'll let the .9 go Sippin' purple rain, got my cup stained, yeah, that shit fa-shit-sho We is not the same, we is not gang, you ain't really him, no She only want the fame, she don't want Dee, so I gotta let her go Get my money, dance on these [?], yeah I see you flexin' your bankroll Okay, he flexin' for them hoes FN Five-Seven on my hip, I let it go In a penthouse smokin' dope She hit my phone every time I'm on the road My nigga tryna walk down some', he ain't shootin' out the window Said she ain't fuckin' none of us, then what she here for? I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine, sippin' on big dope And if I pull this bitch out my jeans, I'm gon' start firin', ho I'm with one of these nigga's bitches in a Porsche 911 slidin' though Thought you was gettin' active? Now I'm in your city, boy what you hidin' for? In this bitch with a wrinkled shirt, but you know I gotta keep a iron though Can't see no other niggas fuckin' with me like I'm blind, ho Fasho