6 Summers (Clean)

6 Summers (Clean) - Anderson .Paak

Composed by：Jason Pounds/Melvin Henderson/Tia Myrie/Brandon Anderson

Wait a minute minute minute minute

Trump's got a love child

And I hope that b***h is buckwild

I hope she sip Mosca

I hope she kiss senoritas and black gals

I hope her momma's El Salv

I hope her poppa stick around yeah

Take chains off take rangs off

Bracelets and things big aches and pains

My jack rang off with clickbait

Truth is too raw it's a fish plate

Fish plate

Fay lay the kunte

A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage

How long it took a just to get paid get paid

And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a

Bentley pronto

I'm in LA with the shaker and bongo

I heard your tape do or die it was compo

Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'

Figure it out n***a

B***h don't spill my sake

You gon' make me kick you out this 'partment

You gon' have to kick it in the lobby

D**n but don't somebody stop me

I'm sloppy

Trump's got a love child and

I hope that b***h is buckwild

I hope she sip mosca

I hope she kiss senoritas and black gals

I hope her momma's El Salv

I hope her poppa stick around yes Lord

The revolution will not be

Televised but it will be streamed live in

1080 P on your peabrain head

In the face a*s mobile device alright

This gon' bang at least

Six summers from out that rock you been under

Under

Mummy wrapped duffel bag gutter bunny

It's hard to stomach cold murder

It's easier to get a nine millimeter

He was nineteen with a burner

Burbner

They had to off 'em off 'em

Reform reform shoulda came sooner sooner

Wait a minute minute minute minute

This gon' bang

At least six summers

Summers summers summers

Summers summers summers summers

Word

This gon' bang for at least six summers

Summers

Summers

But ain't gon' change for

At least three summers

They tryna kill a n***a faith

We need a little truth brother

Uh

Pop pop pop goes the shooter

Reform reform shoulda came sooner

Come on

This gon' bang at least six summers

Pop the top that b***h hot than a motha

We need peace and less long gunners

Put down your heat and smoke

Smoke smoke

Pop the lock off your muzzle

N***as is dyin' like lost files

In the shuffle

We know you lyin' my n***a naw

We don't trust you

We know you buy to sell it back

To the public

'Cause there's money to be made in a killin'

Spree

That's why he tryna start a war

On the twitter feed

Somebody take this n***a's phone

Is you kiddin' me

Take them AK's up outta these Inner

City streets

This gon' bang for at least six summers

But ain't gon' change for

At least three summers

They tryna kill a n***a faith

We need a little truth brother

Uh

Pop pop pop goes the shooter

Reform reform shoulda came sooner

And so I smoke drink just to

Cope with the pain

Get the Coltrain and the Kobain

And so I smoke drink just to

Cope with the pain

Get the Coltrain and the Kobain

Dear Mr President it's evident

That you don't give a d**n

Shi tell me somethin' that I don't know

All this f**kin' evidence

And if it ever make it to the stand

Shi you know they gon' let 'em go bro

You was overseas stealin'

N***as land and oil

Billy copped the desert

Eag and it's legal to tote it

Lil' n***a bullied out his

Pumas but why he have to shoot

The whole school up

And so I smoke drink just to

Cope with the pain

Get the Coltrain and the Kobain

And so I smoke drink

Just to cope with the pain

Get the Coltrain and the Kobain

This gon' bang at least six summers

Summers summers summers

Summers summers summers summers

Word word word

This gon' bang for

At least six summers

But ain't gon' change

For at least three summers

They tryna kill a n***a faith

We need a little truth brother

Uh

Pop pop pop goes the shooter

Reform reform shoulda came sooner