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Weasel Sims - Summer Solstice lyrics

Artist: Weasel Sims

album: QuaR.A.Ntine Randemic


The game fuked up niggas beats Banging they Hooks wicked
But same Ingredients
With they Seasonings
I Cook different
I'm mfn Melo in da Kitchen
On my pivot
Last summer hit Detroit wit Da pistons
For a ticket
Came home wit da Biscuits
Or da Dough plus interest
Since then
I been tucked dolo keeping social Distance
Quarantined
From da hoeish Things
And a fuck Niggga existence
They pessimistic
Ain't contentWit
A Young nigga brilliance
Feel this
I care Less About a nigga feelings
Or a bitch
Reality is
I ain't Gotta deal wit
Nobody fuk Ya opinion
If you ain't my Team it's
Me And weas
Different degrees
Dat you Can't compete wit
Playalisticadillacmusic
Mixed With Some street shit
Young and gunning On Some Chris n neef shit
I'm dat cat Like heath cliff
Switch gears mind Lifted like telekinesis
Bitch I'm more Than decent
I'm the mufukin God
(Up late)
Reading Revelations
My Signs and symbols senses potent
Had to jot sum statements
Just In case this is a omen
Spread my words like a virus
Corona got us closed in
Still surviving out the back do wit Gloves on
You can't go in
Is it covid
Approaching or locusts
Glock 19 toting
On QuaRANtine till Further notice
Days seem the longest
Like summer Solstice
On House Arrest 6 months Ago
Slowed my trapNgrow shit
Don't ask how long
Cause I don't know Shit-8 (Beat drop)
Slight coppice
Sum L's I had to learn To cope wit
Back to the wall
Stood tall
The mob
Got on hoe shit
This shit got me back focused
Far from a novice
Baby mama drama
Calling me bogus
Dat and some mo shit
Courtdates Going thru the motions
Attorney paid Im hoping
He put in a motion
2 End all this commotion
Fresh Out da box To the top
First thang smoking...
Leaf To the face cuz these days
I ain't passing
Said you had za why I ain't chocking
Our shit gas
We dropped without Promotion
And it's still cracking
Haze mike
And I'm Phil Jackson
Still packing
Before I take a knee like kapernick
I rather trap a brick
Then invest the chips back in this Rapping shit
Not average
(I'm) savage its
Sad that
You kids
Just on some acting shit
Better know yo role
Or slow yo roll
Fore you hoes
Fuck around catch a Clip
Then it's Tuck in the cut
Wit some runtZ
And just my lil hoe prolly
I'm up to to sum
Ain't been seen on the Scene
Fucking wit nobody
He told me
Nobodies a nobody
And that's who I trust
Cuz hoes gone fuck
Even homebodies be hoes prolly
Kayyyyyrich
On the mix
Like baking soda
For the bricks
Whipping yola like thick grits
In my lil bitch kitchen when I spit
A Cookie out the pot
Flip cake From stovetops like aint Jemima kit
From roadblocks to cheese on top
On some enchilada shit
Had to Stretch a dollar
From Cents quick
To Extra commas bitch
Roley'd up Dressed down
Sacai waffles kicks
Joggers playing the broke role
Too much style for trendy broke Hoes
I'm ugly when I'm in growth mode
They gossip like wendy
I don't hear it
To busy stacking pretty penny's
By The boatload
Captain of my ship
You dick ride waves
I go wherever my boat flow
Raise the ran flag
The mascot 2goats Tho
Had to get ghost on
Any folks that tend to hate
Make sure you stay a good social Distancing length away
Wen it comes to my goals bitch I'm Passionate
Now we both know

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