Bigg Cee - Summer (feat. Strizzy Strokes & Kuzco Da Foo) Lyrics

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Let That Boy Cook
Got Them Boys Shook
This that block music straight from off your auntie porch
My producer cook that heat, that shit be Scott storch
Pyrex and fork shit(skrr) everything be dope
This for niggaz married to the game like they eloped
Get money, junior mafia, nigga stop for what (for what)
Not even when the profit up, that is not enough (at all)
The year just started and you thinking bout the summer months
It's like money came in 3rd the way yourun it up
Pop my shit like DJ Khaled on another one
Me and Cook we just can't miss, this shit be troublesome
I feel like Dolph and Glock, I just can't stop going dumb and dumber
This for niggaz that's still in the trap wit packs and doing numbers
Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles
Stack it up, no need to wonder
They trying to f*ck up the summer
Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles
Stack it up, no need to wonder
They trying to f*ck up the summer
Still trying run up them numbers and f*ck it up for the summer (huh)
Wilding out like I'm Nick, this cannon hit like a drummer
All my partners rich homies got cash money like Stunna
And R.I.P to Flipper, he told me go get some money
Me and Cee gone pop our shit back with another one (another one)
Shit get sticky for that cake I need a honey bun (a hunnid bands)
When I apply that pressure niggaz one and done (done)
Let that boy cook, we got em shook, summers coming up (God)
Pop my shit like DJ Khaled on another one
Me and Cook we just can't miss, this shit be troublesome
I feel like Dolph and Glock, I just can't stop going dumb and dumber
This for niggaz that's still in the trap wit packs and doing numbers
Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles
Stack it up, no need to wonder
They trying to f*ck up the summer
Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles
Stack it up, no need to wonder
They trying to f*ck up the summer
Niggaz and came in this bitch, then they ain't wit us (woe)
Only move wit the main hitters, click full of gang members (woe woe woe)
Dope cheap, my people sell it shit on these niggaz, got em jealous
Hit a lick then hit the mall, dunk on them niggaz, LaMelo Ball
Most these niggaz put in position, then f*ck, don't know what to do
I'm the type of nigga put you in position, show you how I kick it, making a move
Niggaz be thinking we in competition, til they realize they already lost
Addicted to this drink I'm sipping, behind the wheel I'm nodding off (woe woe)
Pop my shit like DJ Khaled on another one
Me and Cook we just can't miss, this shit be troublesome
I feel like Dolph and Glock, I just can't stop going dumb and dumber
This for niggaz that's still in the trap wit packs and doing numbers
Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles
Stack it up, no need to wonder
They trying to f*ck up the summer
Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles
Stack it up, no need to wonder
They trying to f*ck up the summer