Summertime (August)

By Robb Bank$

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Released on February 14, 2012

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I think I might be happy


[Robb Bank$]

All my niggas is Springs banging

3 6 playing, OBP repping, I'm Zoey Saldina smanging

That vintage Starter coat got a nigga lookin' ancient

Not a cent I'll be saving, choose presence over nations

Nurse outfit Belladonna treating me like her patient

Pornhub 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 bitches 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

Fuck all you new rappers, and Beyonce's pregnancy

Couple flood waters straight from Hurricane Irene

Full body suit BDIT, fuck Supreme

Shiit, y'all watch the throne while I safeguard the coffin

On the throne touchin' pussy like I'm boss Team Rocket

Can I live?

Can all you niggas die?

Can I pull a trigga trey, cause I know all you niggas pie (ya lil bitch)

If I die today, remember me like Perfect Cell

Me and your bitch 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

Bitch I got a Lexus and nigga don't even drive

I'm parked up, my girl ass look like the handicap sign

Still stuntin' nigga, you don't want it nigga

Clique full of pretty bitches, ho, I got a hundred niggas

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 bitch in that tube top

From American Apparel boy it's nothing

Step back from the game to watch the competition plummet

South nigga stay in NY shit like I'm Pumpkin

Feelin' like Yogi Bear and all this Death Adder

Tell her how my ex broke my heart to get the sex 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 pussy ass rappers with the star tattoos

All you VMA niggas never come to my channel

You got horses on your draws, nigga mine got duck camo

That Gorilla's In The Mist shit I'm on it

My nigga Juice told me, "If you got it nigga, 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 nigga? Cold word

Why I'm fuckin' your bitch nigga? Cold world

Why Miguel ain't with us right now nigga? Cold world

Yeah yeah, said it's a cold world

And J. Cole got no bitches nigga, cold world