Summer Freestyle

Yo yo

I'm in the booth now
I'm in the booth now
Ima talk my shit that's what I do now
Tammyy Spice yeah
Tammyy Spice yeah
I'm coming in hot
Like it summer time (summer)
Like it's winter time Ima leave you cold
I always been ride or die I ain't finna fold (never)
Ex niggas on my line I leave it on hold (bye)
I know he still want me cause my heart is gold (yeah it is)
He gonna need to buy 100 pairs of shoes
Before he walk into my life again
Walk into my life again
I don't got no time for games
You could miss me with the fuck shit
Miss me with the fuck shit
(You could miss me with it)

Yeah

I gotta clear my mind
All I want is a nigga to be fucking mine
Like it's V-Day
Ima treat him like everyday his b-day
B-DAY
I got the cake
But you knew that tho
Pussy so good gave a nigga twins tho
And I could brag about it
Cause I look good
Classy, boujie & I'm still hood
So try it if you want (try it)
Right outside in the front
Pull up in the V, sitting in the front
And if he say he don't love me that's a front
All these niggas cap
And my pockets still fat
If you really lookin for me
You don't need a fucking map
Road to success
Yes it is a fucking mess
Baby daddy causing stress
But I guess that's that
Ima keep it trill
Ima keep it real
Ima keep ur player
Ima keep it gangsta
Word
Ima keep it trill
Ima keep it real
Ima keep ur player
Ima keep it gangsta
Word



Credits
Writer(s): Tamara Stimphil
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