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DIRTY STACHE MOB lyrics : "Summer Daze (Explicit)"


(Hook x2, Sailor J:)
Sitting in the sun, is all we know, is all we know,

We can stay here forever, cuz we ain't gotta go, we ain't gotta go.

(Verse 1, Sailor J:)

Nothing but the sun, and palm trees surrounding me,
Not giving a $#&@, about where my haters be,
All I see is bad (*##$es, I'm rolling in the cut flipping switches,

I'm out to get the paper, and all the riches,
Everythings gotta price, but I'm catching money like lice,
I'm in the casinos, rolling dice,

Take a sip out my glass, all you haters taking out my trash,
I put my girls in a limo, Yeah Uh, I let the record deals hear my demo,
Now I'm setting sea on my boat, I'm looking like a G in my fur coat, yeah,

It's the DSM so get with the team slim, everytime I stop my rims spin,
I've been in this to win, everyday I thank God for where I'm at,
My feet propped up & I'm wearing a hat, yeah uh,

My homies right next to me, I don't know where I'd rather be,
Sitting on the beach these lyrics are a lesson, So let 'em teach, yeah,
All I see is the sun, thank God I don't need a gun, all I got is free time & fun, yeah,

Somehow I'm always left alone, wanna bet? It's Sailor J watching the sun set.

(Verse 2, A-niz:)

I'm hide up like a rocket, got money in my pocket,
It's time to blow, feel my weed smoke & flow,
See the smoke in the air, suns shiny glare,

Take it through the nose, & into your brain,
Relax and stay sane, I just need to chill, I got everything to gain,
So roll it up and take it in, I'm feeling free from every sin,

Exhale, Choking out, Oh hell,
I got weed to sell, I'm heavy on my grind,
Paper on my mind, rolling doobs after doobs, all these bad (*##$es flashing their !@(&,

I'm out catch me in my hatch, gotta roll out, made a fresh B.H.O batch,
I got no stress, printing paper like the press, don't forget to roll up,
That goody green mess, A-niz the best, Just popped a brew,

Making a toast, to what the $#&@ we been through, my homies, my crew,
All for you, A-niz.


(Hook x2, Sailor J:)

(Outro, Coopid:)

Gotta light that %#@! up, let the smoke fill the air,
let the music take your mind, not a worry, not a care,
Go ahead and sit back, & feel my flow,

Pack another bowl, & burn that dro.

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