Sxmz - Summers Done Lyrics

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North London, let's get it
Uh
From the ground up, summers done, winter time, lets go!
Look

Sometimes man I feel lonely
And other times I wish that I was with my homies
And if you miss me, drop your pride my n*gga, phone me
And Kev still locked up, man I feel it for my brodie

And how come every car be looking like the police
Man I don't know but f*ck it, we gon' get it brodie
And Half of these bitches chatting sh*t man they don't know me
And Half these n*ggas chatting sh*t man they don't know me

I'm from North London where n*ggas trapping and peddle white
I'm from the dungeon, wear balaclavas, push peddle bikes
And brodie doing time, back out something or lose your life
You say you run your block n*gga, make sure your shoes are tied
Because n*ggas lose they life, over dumb sh*t
I'm really from the bottom n*gga, that scraping crumbs sh*t
That hit the strip, man hit your sales and pack your gun sh*t
I still listen to BIG, that 1991 sh*t

Go'get to the bag lil brodie, go get your grind up
Do I wanna settle or f*ck b*tches can't make my mind up
Well f*ck it, times up
Gonna stick to f*cking b*tches, f*cking bitches
Because I can't trust nobody, especially f*cking women

I only trust my brothers, love them n*ggas like they my siblings
Regular visits in the clinic, thought you never had a pot to piss in
Pot to piss in
Cant lie, man I love these women
Steady sipping rum in St.Lucia and my outfit linen

Them n*ggas pillow talking surprised when n*ggas find out
Got gassed up off the brain, she steady blew your mind out
I argue with 10k, but its never because he lied to me
Thats my bro, he always switch when n*ggas trying me

I be abroad, with a boofin either side of me
Even when we flying b, we keep them onions flying b

I link milo on the m-way for some HB's
Before we knew it, we done got rid of like 8 keys