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Summertime Butch Yeah, nigga gonna have to apologize to me Turn me up, Kino Yo, wise words from a hustler Don't let no static stop your business I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas What's sad is y'all won't get it until I'm lashing out with vengeance And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playing cat-and-mouse with hitters No, don't ask how I'm religious For every half, I vow forgiveness It's like soul food Sunday, how we pray, gather 'round them chickens I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses When you know the ones who yapping loud to who actually about their business Ain't no capping about no killings, talking, chatting around no bitches Take these secrets to the grave I ain't ratting, I'm not no witness They want me acting out or backing down, but that just sound ridiculous I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it Butchy, nigga Summertime, Butch You know this shit more than bitches and jewels The money don't come till the nightfall 50% of it's true A man caught a new indictment from prison Letras de cancionesMoney don't come till the dice fall The co-defendant the mule Damn, came up bending the rules now Junkies gon' come when that white falls We setting the rules where even the broke nigga worth a million or two Just taking count my patent style I'm actually around the realest One of the realest in this shit Then multiply them stacks around, I travel towns to get it Hustling, nigga Now add the house, take that amount Subtract out all my feelings A hint of this, a dash of clout Exactly how I did it That's exactly how I did it Say "goodnight", then say "hello" again to me Say hello again It's Mr. Landlord Butch Y'all nigga owe some rent to me I got a bipolar bitch She like to roll and vent to me Told me her other nigga richer, but no offense to me None taken What's the difference for me and Calapari? What's the difference? 'Cause Kentucky and Louisville, me and the feds got that kind of robbery Gangstas out your posse be trying to dodge me Vacationing in Abu Dhabi Meditate on sand like I know karate Yeah My nigga Jonesy told me he don't wanna rap The money don't come till the nightfall Have fun with that I said that heroin run we had ain't coming back It's the Drug Lord humblecast Money don't come till the dice fall nigga who fumble packs got money under wraps So they stumble back, you heard Junkies gon' come when that white fall Tell them a hustler told you that Butcher, nigga Summertime Butch From Letras Mania