In Da Summa Tyme chords by Frayser Boy
Verse 1
Bm
Yeah, the hoes gon' come
out to this one, boy
We gon' let y 'all know
C
how we do it in the South, man
With them motherfuck
Bm
in' goals in our mouth
C
Bm
In the summertime, we get washed up
Then we gotta get cocked up
C
Yeah, DJ Paul, Juicy J
Bm
C
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky boy
Bm
9 .30 in the mornin',
niggas still yawnin'
Roll me up a gun,
cause a nigga is jauntin'
C
Picked up my cell phone,
checked all my missed calls
Bm
C
Bitches playin' on my horn,
gotta play a pistol
Bm
It's another pretty day,
but it's kinda hot though
Plenty freakin' hoes out,
tryna get knocked off
Little bitty ass shorts
C
tryna show they ass cheeks
Bm
Love me a freakin' bitch,
C
don't like em, let's stay nasty
Bm
Everybody gettin' out,
gettin' they cars washed up
Hatin' for my niggas,
gotta spend they summers locked up
Police, they watch us,
C
hope they let us roll back
Bm
C
In the Bay, it's very hot
and everybody know why
Bm
So high on the weed,
C
need me some soul food
Bm
Bro, you finna barbecue shit
C
up in the road through
Bm
All day ridin',
C
weekends clubbin'
Bm
Throwin' money, shoot dice,
C
nigga, it's nothin'
Bm
In the trunk bangin',
in the hood hangin'
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime,
ain't it?
Bm
In the trunk bangin',
in the hood hangin'
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime, ain't it?
Bm
In the trunk bangin', in the hood hangin'
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime,
ain't it?
In the trunk bangin',
Bm
in the hood hangin'
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime,
ain't it?
Bm
from a city where they love to
ride big rims on their thang
Keep a unit and some green
that's on their thang
C
Cause it ain't no thang when it's on me
Bm
Do it bigger than the
C
Statue of Liberty
cause we grown men
Bm
Up at noon I fire blood up
on my prank fist
Hit the cleaners pick up my dick
it's with the creases
C
Liquor store gotta get some more,
killed the last last night
Bm
C
Hit up Chris gotta get some more,
it won't be right
Bm
Ride the hood nothing special,
that's what we always do
But there's something about when
the sun is out
it make it feel so new
C
I'm washed up, uh, I'm clogged up
Bm
Bout to drift for woes
C
and too late to get it yerked up
Bm
Y 'all know how we do,
when we do what we do do
We do us and only us,
there's so much you need to do
You lil' homie, we keep it jumpin',
C
I bless dumbass in buildings
Bm
We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up
C
with old heads and children,
Bm
you hear me?
In the trunk bangin', in the hood hangin'
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime,
ain't it?
Bm
In the trunk bangin', in the hood hangin'
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime, ain't it?
Bm
In the trunk, baby, nigga, who the hangin'?
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime,
ain't it?
Bm
In the trunk, baby, nigga,
who the hangin'?
C
Do it real big, it's the summertime,
ain't it?
Bm
Haters wanna see me fall,
bitches wanna see me bomb
C
Ridin' Maybach with the streets out in my lap,
I'm at the mall
Bm
Feelin' like I wanna spin,
ghetto fappin' with this team
C
Some of these motherfuckers
think they tough,
somebody put something in they cup
Bm
Always on your main, bitch,
why you wanna hate on it?
C
Baby, caution, you be up,
gobblin' up, never spit
Bm
And if I wreck and sales drop,
you still gon' have to give me props
Talk is cheap, don't face me,
nigga,
I'm still gon' always make these millas
In Da Summa Tyme
Frayser Boy
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