L.A/Summer (feat. Memnoc)

Driving down the boulevard, yeah Mobbin' up in the car, yeah

Cruisin' down to LA Let the music translate when you can't say,

yeah Dippin' on the five, not life, poppin' up, females

survive Bumpin' blue notes on the scene, puffin'

green, lookin' clean I was born to run, Bruce Springstein

Tempt gettin' high like a hot day Car full of girls, we steam, bumpin' shantay,

yeah The city we attract to, sweet as taboo, got

**** blunts and tattoos, yeah That's that West Coast shit, yeah

66 coastin', yeah LA rooftop with the food, pick it back, spark

it up with the view

Yeah Blue notes in the house, what's good, what's hood

You know what I'm about, reppin' that West Side, lookin' out the beat, bums

Got me in the mood for some G-fun Tacky faded look, I'm so terrific

My girls delicious, don't care if you get defeated The windows tinted, I dip like a chip, it's in it

I'm saucy, by the way you can't cross me

Drifting away, what can I say, you can stop me

I be okay, I'm feeling faded under palm trees Like lemonade, that sweet taste got me hot, see

We incredible, we de-sedible, me I'ma free to let her know we impeccable

Stop, drop when the heat's at its peak to let it float

Gotta carry on tradition, I'ma be here for a minute

Keep it pippin', I'ma get it how we get it, fuck the system

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