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Summertime in St. Louis This some rap shit, check it Making reservations for my favorite destinations while the waitress putting me on hold We used to never make it, now a table opens up and they the ones that call me on the phone I got the juice, I'm finally able to do it Got a party of five, ain't talking Jennifer Hewitt Partying at my crib, somebody pass me the Goose I'm 'bout to make this bird live, 'bout to [?], muhfucka Yeah, I always tell the truth, I never lie, muhfucka You catch me in the booth, you know that's fire, muhfucka It's not a game of thrones, [?], Jon Snow Got the fans saying, "You can't really die, muhfucka" I'm a fan favorite, and she don't even listen to rap if I ain't made it She be busy sitting in class but they can't grade it Soundcloud page giving me all them plays I be the number one in Oakland but you can't rate it Double entendre, run the whole squad up like I'm Al Davis People ask me how I made it, that's why y'all ain't make it The only advice I gave is give me y'all's savings, I save it Multiply it then multiplicate it Either way, they be getting bigger like models who just wanna be famous And when I kick you to the curb, don't be mad that it happened Nobody getting used, shout out to Bert McCracken I give you facts, you spit it backwards Tryna spit up the atoms of Steven Adams Letras de cancionesTake my gat out and Eric Clapton Bitch, you know I'm the captain Tell 'em, this is my ship I'll let you know when I'm done with rapping And when it happen, don't be sad that's done I swear I'll always be the same muhfucka you love And my team be too exclusive, we don't pay at the club Turn the crib into a clubhouse, you ain't play with a glove Wilhemena Models flying through, they saying what's up But they just want a piece of something I ain't tryna give up I tell 'em, I'm the original, All-American Hoodie Allen These other rappers, they do impressions, that's Jimmy Fallon My life is full of action, dramatic, but not a movie These bitches want me, want me, want me like they want Ruby Rose To me, you a beautiful flower But if I go to jail I'll see you in the 25th hour, let's go I been waiting up all night for you, babe You tell me I'm not the one cause you're afraid But I just need to let you know I'll throw it all away Cause I don't wanna win, yeah And 2 am, I'm driving on the interstate And you tell me to hurry up, I won't be late And I just need to let you know I'll throw it all away Cause I don't wanna win From Letras Mania