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Summore Video (MV)




Performed By: OhSoRichMitch
Length: 2:38
Written by: Charles Mitchell




OhSoRichMitch - Summore Lyrics




Designer my drugs, I drip like a star
Smokin exotic in exotic cars
I'm holding my weight, I'm raising da bar

These nighas is pressed cause I step in Goyard
My neck and my ear like a sink when they pour

Bitches impressed cuz I used to be poor
Got it out the mud used to sleep on the floor
I got a lot but i need me sum more

Yea I need sum more
Run it up til get tired then go get some more
Can't do no kissing or cuffing
Don't get in my covers
Gave dat lil bitch dick on the floor
I know she miss me for sure
But it ain't nuttin but nuttin den get to the door

Dashing da whip, smoking gas in the whip
This bitch allergic to red lights
Coupe quarter mil, spent a cool quarter mil
I guess im living my best life
I feel notorious, city to city
I'm bigger than biggie from Bedstuy
But I know the love goin come with some hate
So I keep a glock on my bed side

I'm goin on, Versace, V lone
This rollie I got on two-tone
Leave me alone, don't hit up my phone
This fashion I'm on attracting the crows and the vultures

F*ck on a fan for exposure
F*ck with the culture
She lick my head to my toe
For nothing at all
She just want fendi and closure
I give her henny and clothe her

She want a perc not proposal
Carry this weight on my shoulders I feel like my back got a bolder

I'm not a bender or folder
Why is u f*ckin with rats if you claim you a soldier

I peep a bitch by da oder
Point a pussy nigha out he got fishy aroma

We don't do talkin
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Designer my drugs, I drip like a star
Smokin exotic in exotic cars
I'm holding my weight, I'm raising da bar

These nighas is pressed cause I step in Goyard
My neck and my ear like a sink when they pour

Bitches impressed cuz I used to be poor
Got it out the mud used to sleep on the floor
I got a lot but i need me sum more

Yea I need sum more
Run it up til get tired then go get some more
Can't do no kissing or cuffing
Don't get in my covers
Gave dat lil bitch dick on the floor
I know she miss me for sure
But it ain't nuttin but nuttin den get to the door

Dashing da whip, smoking gas in the whip
This bitch allergic to red lights
Coupe quarter mil, spent a cool quarter mil
I guess im living my best life
I feel notorious, city to city
I'm bigger than biggie from Bedstuy
But I know the love goin come with some hate
So I keep a glock on my bed side

I'm goin on, Versace, V lone
This rollie I got on two-tone
Leave me alone, don't hit up my phone
This fashion I'm on attracting the crows and the vultures

F*ck on a fan for exposure
F*ck with the culture
She lick my head to my toe
For nothing at all
She just want fendi and closure
I give her henny and clothe her

She want a perc not proposal
Carry this weight on my shoulders I feel like my back got a bolder

I'm not a bender or folder
Why is u f*ckin with rats if you claim you a soldier

I peep a bitch by da oder
Point a pussy nigha out he got fishy aroma

We don't do talkin
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Writer: Charles Mitchell
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