Single for the Summer (Explicit)
Gyyps, Stan Courtois & Felly, Trip Carter"Single for the Summer (Explicit)" is a song by Gyyps, Stan Courtois & Felly, Trip Carter, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:29 long and contains 69 lines and 413 words.
Lyrics
0:13It's a single for the summer
0:15I got your cover
0:16They wanna ask about my numbers
0:18F**k where you come from
0:19Them hoes be sneaky baby come on
0:22I never trust 'em
0:23I got the squad going up
0:26I'm in these streets just like a runner
0:29I'm on some other
0:30You see me stunting I be ducking
0:32And f**king buzzing
0:33I'm buzzing and yo I be killing
0:36Young fel be illin'
0:37Them low bikinis in Tahiti
0:39Them look like Riri
0:40I blow that seaweed
0:41The summer
0:43In Killafornia
0:44Supposed to say it's a come up
0:46F**k up the numbers
0:48Yeah we barely got it started and
0:50Now we rolling
0:51I got the squad going up
0:55Single for the
0:56Keep a couple dime girls in my apartment
1:00My d*mn comforter is Ralph Lauren
1:02To little around
1:04Towel on my dick hop out the shower
1:07Blowin' money fast don't like to count it
1:10B*tches out here think
1:11This sh*ts a game you candy wrappers couldn't find a lane
1:13Not really y'all be all in y'all feelings
1:15I be up with no ceilings
1:16Please get out of my business ginger ale all in my henny
1:19I got the squad going up
1:23Single for the
1:24Perfect verses make way for Cartier
1:26In the booth with my baby calling
1:28Hit ignore 'cause this hit is sure
1:30To be brazy make my whole wave get stronger
1:31That ain't sit with her well
1:33Texting me go to hell
1:34Escalating towards the breaking point it's boiling up and up
1:37Until I'm single for the summer
1:39Give me your number I'm a have you singing like Aretha
1:42When I hit it lethal
1:44In 'em dirty sneakers and a T shirt
1:46Better do your research b*tch I'm a national treasure
1:49B*tch I don't crack under pressure
1:51B*tch I bedazzle you peasants
1:52B*tch I'm a dog from the reservoir
1:54I kill a man with an XLR
1:56I smoke a blunt with the reverend dog
1:58I f**k a b*tch in my ex's car
1:59I don't ever flinch
2:01Always get the swish b*tch
2:03Got a felling gips count a
2:05This the single for the summer
2:07I got your cover
2:08They wanna ask about my numbers
2:10F**k where you come from
2:12These hoes be sneaky baby come on
2:14I never trust 'em
2:15I got the squad going up
2:20You wanna go dirt biking right now
2:22We don't have the bikes
2:23They left the bikes in the RV
2:27I never sleep I'm on some other
2:29Run me back
It's a single for the summer I got your cover They wanna ask about my numbers F**k where you come from Them hoes be sneaky baby come on I never trust 'em I got the squad going up I'm in these streets just like a runner I'm on some other You see me stunting I be ducking And f**king buzzing I'm buzzing and yo I be killing Young fel be illin' Them low bikinis in Tahiti Them look like Riri I blow that seaweed The summer In Killafornia Supposed to say it's a come up F**k up the numbers Yeah we barely got it started and Now we rolling I got the squad going up Single for the Keep a couple dime girls in my apartment My d*mn comforter is Ralph Lauren To little around Towel on my dick hop out the shower Blowin' money fast don't like to count it B*tches out here think This sh*ts a game you candy wrappers couldn't find a lane Not really y'all be all in y'all feelings I be up with no ceilings Please get out of my business ginger ale all in my henny I got the squad going up Single for the Perfect verses make way for Cartier In the booth with my baby calling Hit ignore 'cause this hit is sure To be brazy make my whole wave get stronger That ain't sit with her well Texting me go to hell Escalating towards the breaking point it's boiling up and up Until I'm single for the summer Give me your number I'm a have you singing like Aretha When I hit it lethal In 'em dirty sneakers and a T shirt Better do your research b*tch I'm a national treasure B*tch I don't crack under pressure B*tch I bedazzle you peasants B*tch I'm a dog from the reservoir I kill a man with an XLR I smoke a blunt with the reverend dog I f**k a b*tch in my ex's car I don't ever flinch Always get the swish b*tch Got a felling gips count a This the single for the summer I got your cover They wanna ask about my numbers F**k where you come from These hoes be sneaky baby come on I never trust 'em I got the squad going up You wanna go dirt biking right now We don't have the bikes They left the bikes in the RV I never sleep I'm on some other Run me back
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