Summer Breeze (feat. Wax, Breezy Lovejoy, Dumbfoundead, Herbal T & Ak)
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๐ Lyrics
LLaid back in the summer time
After midnight
And we ain't gonna stop until the cops come knocking If not, we're gonna keep the party rocking 'til we see the sunlight
Ayo, sun roof top, butterscotch seats
You are now listening to EOM beats (wait)
Don Julio Anejo with this
Two splashes of Sprite in my cup alright, okay
Back to the matter at hand
Black queens, bronze beauties and white cuties gracing the scene
I mean Booties wiggling inside some jeans
And I just gargled some
Listerine So fresh and so clean
My man E should be getting like 30 Gs
Every time he's on the boards like
Qwerty keys Turkey please, why you on that hurried steeze?
We laid back, feel the breeze while we burn these trees
My brother Herbs got the grill lit
These the type of mothafuckas that I like to chill with
My whole team's like a family here, so hand me a beer
Another summer jam for your ear, SALUD! I brought the pasta for the vegetarians
And brought the vodka for my
Auntie Sharon As soon as I'm done rolling up I'mma cook up some salmon
As soon as I'm done grubbing you gon' get whooped in some Madden
And that better not be the cops bro It ain't even 10 o'clock yo
Rushing to go and get the door
To my surprise it was it was Johnny Park Damn I thought you was the narcs
Guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house Brought a big rack of ribs for your mothafuckin' mouth And a 32 pack, cause I heard ya'll were out Hit the bathroom and get your spot stolen on the couch
Got jacked Beanie and the summer time swag Breezy with a couple fine scrams, god damn I see the homie
AK cyphering with Wax
And I know he's drunk cause he don't even rap It was a long hot day, whole city felt the sun scorch Now I got the blunt torched sitting on my front porch
Summer breeze got me feeling so George Benson None of these problems get no more attention Aroma permeating from the hot grill
Got the spot filled, smell it and you know I got skill The wood chips add taste to the meat
Herbal T add bass to the beat 'til it sounds like this
Rhythmic breathing
This collaboration has been waiting to blow
We've been craving the show, and we ain't playing no more
We're stepping up, dropping gold, going platinum plus
So fuck what you're told and what you heard about us
After midnight
And we ain't gonna stop until the cops come knocking If not, we're gonna keep the party rocking 'til we see the sunlight
Ayo, sun roof top, butterscotch seats
You are now listening to EOM beats (wait)
Don Julio Anejo with this
Two splashes of Sprite in my cup alright, okay
Back to the matter at hand
Black queens, bronze beauties and white cuties gracing the scene
I mean Booties wiggling inside some jeans
And I just gargled some
Listerine So fresh and so clean
My man E should be getting like 30 Gs
Every time he's on the boards like
Qwerty keys Turkey please, why you on that hurried steeze?
We laid back, feel the breeze while we burn these trees
My brother Herbs got the grill lit
These the type of mothafuckas that I like to chill with
My whole team's like a family here, so hand me a beer
Another summer jam for your ear, SALUD! I brought the pasta for the vegetarians
And brought the vodka for my
Auntie Sharon As soon as I'm done rolling up I'mma cook up some salmon
As soon as I'm done grubbing you gon' get whooped in some Madden
And that better not be the cops bro It ain't even 10 o'clock yo
Rushing to go and get the door
To my surprise it was it was Johnny Park Damn I thought you was the narcs
Guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house Brought a big rack of ribs for your mothafuckin' mouth And a 32 pack, cause I heard ya'll were out Hit the bathroom and get your spot stolen on the couch
Got jacked Beanie and the summer time swag Breezy with a couple fine scrams, god damn I see the homie
AK cyphering with Wax
And I know he's drunk cause he don't even rap It was a long hot day, whole city felt the sun scorch Now I got the blunt torched sitting on my front porch
Summer breeze got me feeling so George Benson None of these problems get no more attention Aroma permeating from the hot grill
Got the spot filled, smell it and you know I got skill The wood chips add taste to the meat
Herbal T add bass to the beat 'til it sounds like this
Rhythmic breathing
This collaboration has been waiting to blow
We've been craving the show, and we ain't playing no more
We're stepping up, dropping gold, going platinum plus
So fuck what you're told and what you heard about us