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Summer Mine Video (MV)




Performed By: Bornreal4real
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Jonathan Smith




Bornreal4real - Summer Mine Lyrics
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Summer mine
I'm sounding like I'm 808
I ain talking Summer Walker if you look like her you bae
Summer mine, I"m bouta say my grace, yal niggas a disgrace
Im bouta eat what's on my plate
I ain come to play, summer mine okay
Got me feeling like I'm Drake, got me singing when I cant
Running thru da 6, 561 that is
Let em kno I'm from downtown I was raised there as a jit
Now im too legit, ready to raise my own kids
Sza, Jorga, JT I hope yal hearing this, next bih that I hit
I bet she have my jit, ain no pulling out while im raw dogging this
Taking off this summer, bank account got a new comma
Don't hit my phone tryna place order if you ain talking numbers
Miss me with that drama, gave you a bag and then you fumbled
Sick of this shit, I'm tired of being humble
Tired of playing games, let me focus on my lane
Countdown
I'm tryna tell you, I'm the one
Two times over, overtime, game over I won
Triple threat, I'm the best bet
Sooner than later, ima be the best best
Couple things I gotta get off my chest
Lately I been grinding and I don't need no rest
Niggas been working, now I need a check
Niggas been talking but now I'm at they neck
No turtle neck, I'm coming straight at they neck
Summer mine
Im sounding like I'm 808
I ain talking Summer Walker if you look like her you bae
Summer mine, im bouta say my grace, yal niggas a disgrace
Im bouta eat whats on my plate
I ain come to play, summer mine okay
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Summer mine
I'm sounding like I'm 808
I ain talking Summer Walker if you look like her you bae
Summer mine, I"m bouta say my grace, yal niggas a disgrace
Im bouta eat what's on my plate
I ain come to play, summer mine okay
Got me feeling like I'm Drake, got me singing when I cant
Running thru da 6, 561 that is
Let em kno I'm from downtown I was raised there as a jit
Now im too legit, ready to raise my own kids
Sza, Jorga, JT I hope yal hearing this, next bih that I hit
I bet she have my jit, ain no pulling out while im raw dogging this
Taking off this summer, bank account got a new comma
Don't hit my phone tryna place order if you ain talking numbers
Miss me with that drama, gave you a bag and then you fumbled
Sick of this shit, I'm tired of being humble
Tired of playing games, let me focus on my lane
Countdown
I'm tryna tell you, I'm the one
Two times over, overtime, game over I won
Triple threat, I'm the best bet
Sooner than later, ima be the best best
Couple things I gotta get off my chest
Lately I been grinding and I don't need no rest
Niggas been working, now I need a check
Niggas been talking but now I'm at they neck
No turtle neck, I'm coming straight at they neck
Summer mine
Im sounding like I'm 808
I ain talking Summer Walker if you look like her you bae
Summer mine, im bouta say my grace, yal niggas a disgrace
Im bouta eat whats on my plate
I ain come to play, summer mine okay
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Writer: Jonathan Smith
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