Robb Bank$ - Summertime (August) lyrics

I think I might be happy [Robb Bank$] All my n***as is Springs banging 3 6 playing, OBP repping, I'm Zoey Saldina smanging That vintage Starter coat got a n***a lookin' ancient Not a cent I'll be saving, choose presence over nations Nurse outfit Belladonna treating me like her patient p**nhub reenactments on our vacation Just got enough racks to buy the house party out But I ain't Drake, I ain't bout to be flying no b**hes out We doing photoshoots to show the world what we 'bout You tryna photoshop boxlogos over your mouth Season of the witch, I let the Voldemort enter me f** all you new rappers, and Beyonce's pregnancy Couple flood waters straight from Hurricane Irene Full body suit BDIT, f** Supreme Shiit, y'all watch the throne while I safeguard the coffin On the throne touchin' p**y like I'm boss Team Rocket Can I live? Can all you n***as die? Can I pull a trigga trey, cause I know all you n***as pie (ya lil b**h) If I die today, remember me like Perfect Cell Me and your b**h swappin' gene pools, workin' cells Now that's gangsta You can't stand me? Live in Florida, ain't been to one club in Miami b**h I got a Lexus and n***a don't even drive I'm parked up, my girl a** look like the handicap sign Still stuntin' n***a, you don't want it n***a Clique full of pretty b**hes, ho, I got a hundred n***as Straighter than straight, I know you fools ain't gunnin, boy It's a cold world but it be hot up in the summer, boy So I keep your b**h in that tube top From American Apparel boy it's nothing Step back from the game to watch the competition plummet South n***a stay in NY sh** like I'm Pumpkin Feelin' like Yogi Bear and all this d**h Adder Tell her how my ex broke my heart to get the s** out her What if I made a cliche punchline 'bout how loud my weed is Man I bet you go deaf after You hear another song from one of these dudes All them p**y a** rappers with the star tattoos All you VMA n***as never come to my channel You got horses on your draws, n***a mine got duck camo That Gorilla's In The Mist sh** I'm on it My n***a Juice told me, "If you got it n***a, flaunt it" I slide that ignore icon when your ho callin' And I bet you still tryna figure out my undergarmets She taking off that tube top, I'm like, "go girl" Hot up in the summertime, but boy, it's a cold world Yeah yeah, said it's a cold world Why we ain't get signed yet n***a? Cold word Why I'm f**in' your b**h n***a? Cold world Why Miguel ain't with us right now n***a? Cold world Yeah yeah, said it's a cold world And J. Cole got no b**hes n***a, cold world