Hunxho – Save Yo Summer & Yo Money Lyrics

Hunxho – Save Yo Summer & Yo Money Lyrics
Save Yo Summer & Yo Money
Hunxho
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    "Save Yo Summer & Yo Money." - Hunxho

    Album: I Quit Rap
    Track No: 02
    Yeah, run my side, shit, I'm the mayor
    They been hatin' on Xho, they hell
    I been blind to this shit, Braille
    I took time just to save my ****
    I ain't even take time to save myself
    When I got locked up, you wasn't there
    Stressed the fuck, I pulled my hair
    Try to rob me, bet I'll buck on the blick
    Know I had told 'em that I quit rap
    But this shit ain't do nothing but make me rich
    I'm Sex Money, I'm throwing up Blood
    Like this shit don't do nothing but make me sick
    I'm 'posed to be out here counting the miracles
    I been too busy tryna save me a bitch
    I been too busy tryna make me a hit
    Locked in, I got the keychain on me
    Think I don't carry something, then you don't know me
    Locked in, tryna keep my focus
    Lost time, then I lost my brother
    Can't say it get deep, but I mean it
    Hit the streets too soon, I'm damaged
    I'm standing on the business, I handle it
    Too thorough, when you call, I answer
    I'm heating up, I don't get cold for nothin'
    I fuck with the strippers and poles and clubbin'
    And I be clutchin' my pole in public
    **** be hatin', but the hoes, they love it
    This shit I'm on, ****, save your summer
    I asked God can He save my ho?
    I been locked in, tryna save my money
    I asked God can He bring me more?
    Every other day, it be always something
    I been through too much, I can't be normal
    If you wanna help me, don't talk down
    ****, don't point at me, give me pointers
    I really be rapping 'cause this shit help me
    I don't just rap 'cause it bring me money
    I really be rapping 'cause this shit therapy
    I don't be talking 'bout shit I ain't doing
    Yeah, I hate being famous, the blogs, the pages
    The money, the clothes, the cars outrageous
    This money I'm making, be hard to save it
    When I got these fuck **** dissing
    I gotta buy guns, a young **** armed and dangerous
    Sitting in jail made me calm and patient
    Trauma, this shit made me young and angry
    Drama from fucking these hoes when you famous
    I broke the curse, I'm the one with the pape'
    I bought the house with the pool and the gates
    We the press
    **** pressing this shit, we the best
    Not like Khaled, we the best
    I'll be there when you need my help
    I feed them 'fore I feed myself
    When I get wins, then we all get wins
    When I take L's, it be by myself
    They can't stand me, they need they chair
    When they look back, I'll still be here
    I swear that I won't be where you left me
    When you look back, I'll be big as ever
    She put on shows like Key and Peele
    I stole cars, put the key in, peeled
    I was at war when this shit got real
    I had to rob just to pay my bills
    I used to get change out my couch
    Who would've ever thought I'd get a mil'?
    Slept on the floor at my dog 'nem house
    Who would've ever thought I'd get a bed?
    I watched a **** mistreat my mama
    I'll be damned if a **** mistreat my kids
    Was a kid when I seen a **** beat my mama
    Next time I see a ****, won't be scared
    Next time I see a ****, won't be
    Next time I see a ****, won't be, yeah
    Next time I see a ****, gon' be
    Next time I see a ****, gon' be lit
    On me, yeah
    Pipe me in
    I gotta win
    I gotta feed my kids
    Hop out the bunk, fresh out the bed
    I don't do drugs, don't got my meds
    I wanna love you, I try my best
    Don't do nothin' but tell me yeah
    Won't let rap get to my head
    I'm a robber who turned rapper
    Fuck this rap shit, free the press
    Fuck this rap shit, free the press
    Some of my **** ain't make it this far
    They tellin' me, "Xho, you ain't livin' enough"
    Been feelin' too down to be livin' it up
    I got every top-model bitch hittin' me up
    I ain't too social, I don't go to the club
    I rap, but can't post all the shit I be doin'
    I'm lit, but can't post all this motherfuckin' money
    I still got my brother 'nem out sellin' drugs
    I'm gettin' tired of keep sayin' free John
    I know he gettin' tired of keep goin' to prison
    Any of my **** that got a bond
    I swear to God, I had went to go get 'em
    She a freak, I know she'll fuck off the Don
    But I don't even like when it's all in her system
    Don't fall asleep around me with your sister
    Can't fall asleep around hoes 'cause if one of them hoes set me up, swear to God I'll kill 'em
    Yeah, I ain't never been the man in the middle
    I took out the man and the man in the middle
    I'm still tryna get back how I was
    I don't see myself when I look in the mirror
    I don't see me, I see a rapper
    This shit ain't me, I just adapted
    Before this rap shit, I was gettin' active, know it, yeah
    Why I clutch my heat so much, I be paranoid, yeah
    I ain't talkin' 'bout the Ram, diss me, I'll wrap the boy
    'Bout this beef, I watched smoke burn like it's tobacco, boy
    I don't beat my bitch, just beat these beats up, I'm the rapper Floyd
    Yeah, money on money on money on money
    I got some money to fold up some money
    I fuck these bitches on top of the money
    Think she can fuck me and get her some money
    She wouldn't fuck me when I ain't have nothin'
    When I was thuggin', them bitches was ugly
    Swear I might fuck if the bitch a lil' ugly, yeah
    Tired of goin' to school, I had dropped out
    Bought my mama a truck, let her pop out
    We'd still be outside when the block hot
    I'm that **** for real, what you talkin' 'bout?
    Talkin' 'bout bread, I'm one of the hardest
    In my bones, ain't no tellin', I'm solid
    I done ran up so much of this pape', dog
    I can send all my siblings to college
    Don't see opps, all I see is dead bodies
    I don't smoke, but dog them get the highest
    I'm still thankin' God that I made it out
    Gotta give all the thanks to the highest
    I see through these lil' ****, a psychic
    Young **** blazin', I'm talkin' 'bout on fire
    He diss my young ****, same night him
    I doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo that boy, I on sight him
    I'm tryna see why these **** don't like me
    Fuck them boys, I pray a **** try me
    I done fell in love too many times
    If you love me, just love me in private
    Know I wouldn't be nothin' without God
    I done made it out too many robberies
    I be takin' everything to the heart
    I do that 'cause I'm way too solid
    I'm too thorough, it's in my genes
    I'm from nothin', what you mean?
    Feel like a bird, I'm overseas
    I don't know nothin' but SSS Gang
    I ain't never heard none of these names
    I'll shoot a bird, the fuck what you claim
    Brought them a purge all on they block
    Say you want a verse from me, gotta pay
    Want a verse from me, gotta pay
    I ain't never heard none of these names
    I'll shoot a bird, the fuck what you claim
    Pussy
    I'll shoot a bird, the fuck what you claim
    It's us

    Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo.

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