Deadly Assassination Summer Squad

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Yeah (Summer time)
 I was fightin' for my life in the summer time
 Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right
 It get the hottest down in August
 Why niggas gotta die in every July?
 Oh, oh, oh, woah
 Even though it's hot out here, I'm still gon' be a criminal
 Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci store
 Assassination artist, flippin', make that shit flawless
 Every bands in your hands, out the dumpster
 Don't understand how business work
 It's the youngster mindset, my mind set about that action
 I'm tryna flex and have sex, fuck his taxes
 Spendin' it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie, I was livin' the dream
 Takin' the tips and I'm dodgin' the rent
 'Cause I live with my team, ride for my team, yeah
 Makin' me greens, profit was green, I need more 'reens
 Ballin' the finals, I'm takin' the finals
 The scholar, the league, champion, king, yeah
 Big mojo, but my fomo was hittin'
 I went loco with my promo, but bi-locals was missin'
 Tryna hold onto my home bro, but don't see me as a local
 Guess my lens is more bifocal, 'cause our focus is different
 When that sun is up, niggas still wearin' all black
 Social immunity, I might just call 'em all black
 Jigga Juice with me, he gon' hear it, all that
 With the season mean to you?
 Can't find one, then fall back
 I was fightin' for my life in the summer time
 Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right
 It get the hottest down in August
 Why niggas gotta die in every July?
 Oh, oh, oh, woah

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Duration
01:49
Key
5
Tempo
76 BPM

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