Summer Vibes by Trap Kiing Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fuck the bando let it pop, let it be for real Show the end zone fuck you thought, shooter over here That’s s the way dawg cross me one, bullet to that nigga I never lie bro better know, Trap Kiing is over here!
[Verse 2]
You thinking you can play me nigga you ain’t shit
You best remember who you dealing nigga its Trap Kiing!
Thousand Dollars for the niggas who can run shit, Switching Euros to Dollars and Pounds too
[Verse 3]
International call let my pick up its the plug am trynna make the loud, fuck the law, fuck law
Yh wanna make it more dream hard prays the lord yh nigga say was, say was up, say was up
Yh we popping on the low bring it down switch it up yh nigga cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
Yh baby i wanna If i spending all this money would you shake it for some more, for some more, for some more
Yh baby drop it low drip it till a get so high
Yh baby makin it loud they way she moving on the spot (uh) really make me hot we bettar fuck the whole night (yh) Let me make you mom
[Verse 4]
Cause you special girl, you make me feeling well, am feeling all myself, you really are my best, you better hold it right, cause am i bring up, you be my sunshine, you give me all the vibs, you bring me to your house, you show me all the spot, you wanna fuck me righ, i see it through you eyes, Netflix and we chill, but look at you, looking so sweet, dripping all the way, i wanna see your cake, i wanna do the race, i wanna fuck you back to back yh come over here, I wanna put all inside i yh i know my D’s, so you bette bounce back yh you know we lit yeah
[Verse 5]
All this hoes they mad at me i don’t do not cheat
Niggas wanna be like me so they can fuck my b, but they Know ain't gonna happen so they hate on me, ain’t nothing new on that shit they be chatting shit, you bette move it out the way i never gonna play i got my shooters going crazy nigga fuck you thought!
Yh, nigga fuck you thought!
Yh, nigga fuck you thought!
Fuck the bando let it pop, let it be for real Show the end zone fuck you thought, shooter over here That’s s the way dawg cross me one, bullet to that nigga I never lie bro better know, Trap Kiing is over here!
[Verse 2]
You thinking you can play me nigga you ain’t shit
You best remember who you dealing nigga its Trap Kiing!
Thousand Dollars for the niggas who can run shit, Switching Euros to Dollars and Pounds too
[Verse 3]
International call let my pick up its the plug am trynna make the loud, fuck the law, fuck law
Yh wanna make it more dream hard prays the lord yh nigga say was, say was up, say was up
Yh we popping on the low bring it down switch it up yh nigga cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
Yh baby i wanna If i spending all this money would you shake it for some more, for some more, for some more
Yh baby drop it low drip it till a get so high
Yh baby makin it loud they way she moving on the spot (uh) really make me hot we bettar fuck the whole night (yh) Let me make you mom
[Verse 4]
Cause you special girl, you make me feeling well, am feeling all myself, you really are my best, you better hold it right, cause am i bring up, you be my sunshine, you give me all the vibs, you bring me to your house, you show me all the spot, you wanna fuck me righ, i see it through you eyes, Netflix and we chill, but look at you, looking so sweet, dripping all the way, i wanna see your cake, i wanna do the race, i wanna fuck you back to back yh come over here, I wanna put all inside i yh i know my D’s, so you bette bounce back yh you know we lit yeah
[Verse 5]
All this hoes they mad at me i don’t do not cheat
Niggas wanna be like me so they can fuck my b, but they Know ain't gonna happen so they hate on me, ain’t nothing new on that shit they be chatting shit, you bette move it out the way i never gonna play i got my shooters going crazy nigga fuck you thought!
Yh, nigga fuck you thought!
Yh, nigga fuck you thought!