Foreign Song Lyrics

Dave East – This Summer Lyrics ft D.JONES

Dave East – This Summer Lyrics ft D.JONES

Dave East – This Summer Lyrics ft D.JONES

This Summer Lyrics by Dave East ft D.JONES

[Intro – Dave East]
Taylor on the beat
Real niggas stand up
It’s holiday season, bitch
Whole water, you get jammed up “forever mean mugga, word”

[Verse 1 – Dave East & D. Jones]
’m the reason you think you got a chance
Broad light, aim at his face, so he ain’t got a chance
They strippers, they gotta dance
We gangsters we gotta move
We run us, you gotta lose
Making sure you never disrespect, only point to prove
George town inspired me, painted the foregin blue
F–k police, I say what I want, I got a lawyer too
Stash in the Bentley, I’m hood, still riding filthy
I told them I could walk on water, oh, god forgive me
If you got a plan to rob me, hope you got a plan to kill me
B—h this Crip plus I’ve been sick, ain’t doctor help me
Came up with all the hustlers, mastered how to chef
Gettin’ head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left
Met this forty off with my right
Package be here by the morning, we ordered that s–t tonight
Flight to Florida to get some white
Just send it, I get it, break it down and feed the set
Don’t be partying with guala, just sent it and get the jet

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[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
Talking s–t on the ‘gram, they see and they quiet
He was fat ’till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet
If they don’t let us in the building, we gon’ start a f—–g riot
I got n—-s that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it
Talking s–t on the ‘gram, they see and they quiet
He was fat ’till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet
If they don’t let us in the building, we gon’ start a f—–g riot
I got n—-s that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it

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[Verse 2 – D. Jones & Dave East]
I’m the s–t that you made up, on the first, gave ’em no cut
That bring the fiends back all month, teach your class if y’all want
A professor with ‘grams, you die, you next to your mans
Really invested in scams, garlic with devilish plans
Garlic noodles and lobsters, somewhere planning to hit
When you come form the dirt, a clean getaway is the s–t
Salmons and scallops, breaking down pounds at the palace
Grown women ready to f–k, don’t want you around if you childish
Dripping in jewels from jewellers that don’t talk to the broke
Crib big now, homie get you drowned in the [??]
My daughter got her own pool, I’m giving out swimming lessons
How we living, my kid ain’t stressing
Violating these Smith-N-Wessons

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[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
Talking s–t on the ‘gram, they see and they quiet
He was fat ’till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet
If they don’t let us in the building, we gon’ start a f—–g riot
I got n—-s that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it
Talking s–t on the ‘gram, they see and they quiet
He was fat ’till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet
If they don’t let us in the building, we gon’ start a f—–g riot
I got n—-s that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it

[Outro – D. Jones]
Nah, that’s that north-side of Philly, east-side of Harlem s–t right there
That’s the difference between us and y’all
That’s the difference between hustlers and customers
You feel me?
Yeah
Alright, cool

SONG INFO

Produced By: Chuck Taylor

Released: July 27, 2018

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