Текст песни Summer Seventeen - Yo Gotti , Rick Ross
You
scared
to
die
nigga?
Open
your
eyes
wide
and
I
pray
you
are
I'm
out
on
bond
so
I
gotta
beat
it
All
the
dope
boys
say
they
wanna
be
me
(boss)
I
got
a
lick
boy,
I
got
a
lick
2017
trust
me
boy,
this
one
is
it
I
used
to
smoke
the
weed
until
my
fingers
burn
Pool
of
bitches
fucking
me,
I
got
em'
taking
turns
My
nigga
bought
the
stick
but
you
wanna
fade
Made
runnin'
in
the
bank
a
residential
thing
All
my
niggas
mad
they
like
fuck
the
world
Back
to
standin’
on
the
Ave.
with
a
couple
birds
If
you
a
killer
well
I’m
tryna
see
Cause
calling
the
police
the
only
thing
free
I
had
to
park
that
purple
Lamborghini
And
pull
that
Chevy
back
out
on
the
cement
I'm
from
the
city
where
they
kill
for
nothin'
And
all
Renzel
do
is
push
a
button
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
(All
my
niggas!
I'm
talking
all
my
niggas!)
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
had
a
quarter
mil'
when
I
was
seventeen
Quarterback
and
quarter
keys,
plus
I
own
the
team
Rather
you
than
me,
rather
me
than
you
Riding
in
that
coupe,
hanging
out
shooting
Glass
panoramic
top,
I
don't
got
no
roof
Your
bitch
wishing
on
a
star
I
can
see
the
moon
I
can
count
to
a
million
with
my
eyes
closed,
and
shoot
a
pussy
with
that
chopper
while
I'm
blindfolded
Draco,
draco,
draco
(draco),
fitted
cap
a
halo
(halo)
Activis
and
Faygo,
no
pussies
on
my
payroll
It's
'bout
to
be
a
cold
summer,
hot
winter
This
year
in
march,
I
might
make
it
rain
'til
September
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I'm
out
on
bond
so
I
gotta
beat
it
Half
a
million
to
my
lawyer
cause
he
undefeated
Shots
fired;
you
short
of
breathing
Barefoot,
cause
them
kids
took
your
Adidas
I'm
keepin'
fried
fish
up
in
my
mama
pan
How
much
y'all
detectives
call
yo'
boy
the
son
of
Sam
Zaca
flesh
shake
up
the
block,
that's
with
a
hundred
grand
Put
that
voodoo
on
you
niggas
so
that
gun'll
jam
You
know
them
niggas
killers
how
they
name
ring
You
know
them
niggas
winners
how
they
chain
swing
All
the
bitches
sellin'
pussy
charge
the
same
thing
Richest
nigga
in
the
hood,
we
call
him
Rain
Man
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
(All
my
niggas,
let's
go!)
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
I
want
my
niggas
rich
by
summer
seventeen
Lord!
I'm
talking
all
my
niggas!
All
my
niggas!
Every
one
of
em,
nigga
Summer
seventeen
nigga!
1 Summer Seventeen
2 Maybach Music V
3 Triple Platinum
4 Lamborghini Doors
5 Game Ain't Based On Sympathy
6 Powers That Be
7 I Think She Like Me
8 She on My D*ck
9 She on My Dick
10 Dead Presidents
11 Trap Trap Trap
12 Idols Become Rivals
13 Santorini Greece
14 Apple of My Eye
15 Scientology
16 I Think She Like Me
17 Maybach Music V
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