Summer
By Young Thug
2016
4:16
Official Music Video
Summer by Young Thug
Lyrics & Translation
English
[London Jae:]
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
Now let me pray for these fuck niggas
Turn it up!
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
He for them motors, my shit straight out of VIP
Pull up on me in traffic, I race you for that check
Pull up at the red light, go
Got them sneaks on the back, so the bitch sit low
$30 grand for the paint, AC blow snow
Come up whip blow row like whoa
Cashin' out, never cashin' in
Tired of livin' cappin' in
The ho goin' crazy, fuck you pay me
Summer on the way, so why the fuck you hatin'?
And I'mma kill this summer, word to momma
And I put that on my motherfuckin' gunners, I'm a stunner
These bitches love me, they say I do too much
But I just crack a smile, bitch I don't do enough
True story, you heard it here first
And by the time the summer hit you gotta know the verse
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my [?]
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, [?]
[Young Thug:]
Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car
Aka that Nascar, aka that drag car
My rap name is Young Thug
I'm taking the trade to be a Blood
My blunts are like two dubs
Put 'em out, the roaches like bugs
DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back
DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back
Break the Benz ain't rented, ho
Spends on my face too tinted, ho
Kick this shit like new K, aka Lieutenant, ho
Jockin' and be with me, he jockin' and be with me
And if you want them birds, I got a (flock of them with me)
No cops and rich niggas is my icons
I'm not an af', but if you need bricks bitch [?]
Come back to you, like the back of you
Now I'm after you
And if you order more, we'll feed you rat food
[London Jae:]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my [?]
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, [?]
[?] and the top gone
Got a pint of lean plus I'm on Patron
Got a bad bitch and a wife at home
Gettin' crazy dome while I'm on the phone
Private flights, G6
Flyin' overseas, got me seasick
Cold heart, never trust a bitch
Got a cold wrist, cold six
Forty-five, born to live, live to die
Summertime got a new coupe, no roof
Carbon fiber, bullet proof
Paid in full like rich poor
Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more
I'm on my grind in that real split
Man, I'm on my shit, bitches on my dick
Designer frames on my face
Can't see you niggas from outer space
Panoramic views, wanna see me nigga
In the penthouse where we chillin' at
I'm from zone three, bleedin' there
Nigga fuck you if you ain't feelin' it
Got a lotta hoes, a lotta clothes
Too many fans, I do a lotta shows
Got a lotta paper, fuck the haters
10 grand in the club, ain't nothin' major
Do what I want, everyday
Fuck many groupies, I'm London Jae
Got the top spot, the world mine
The city mine, I'm on time
Now that's what I call a hell of a summer
[London Jae:]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my [?]
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, [?]
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Summer by Young Thug
Summer* (original Young Thug)
[London Jae:]
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
Now let me pray for these fuck niggas
Turn it up!
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
He for them motors, my shit straight out of VIP
Pull up on me in traffic, I race you for that check
Pull up at the red light, go
Got them sneaks on the back, so the bitch sit low
$30 grand for the paint, AC blow snow
Come up whip blow row like whoa
Cashin' out, never cashin' in
Tired of livin' cappin' in
The ho goin' crazy, fuck you pay me
Summer on the way, so why the fuck you hatin'?
And I'mma kill this summer, word to momma
And I put that on my motherfuckin' gunners, I'm a stunner
These bitches love me, they say I do too much
But I just crack a smile, bitch I don't do enough
True story, you heard it here first
And by the time the summer hit you gotta know the verse
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my [?]
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, [?]
[Young Thug:]
Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car
Aka that Nascar, aka that drag car
My rap name is Young Thug
I'm taking the trade to be a Blood
My blunts are like two dubs
Put 'em out, the roaches like bugs
DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back
DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back
Break the Benz ain't rented, ho
Spends on my face too tinted, ho
Kick this shit like new K, aka Lieutenant, ho
Jockin' and be with me, he jockin' and be with me
And if you want them birds, I got a (flock of them with me)
No cops and rich niggas is my icons
I'm not an af', but if you need bricks bitch [?]
Come back to you, like the back of you
Now I'm after you
And if you order more, we'll feed you rat food
[London Jae:]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my [?]
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, [?]
[?] and the top gone
Got a pint of lean plus I'm on Patron
Got a bad bitch and a wife at home
Gettin' crazy dome while I'm on the phone
Private flights, G6
Flyin' overseas, got me seasick
Cold heart, never trust a bitch
Got a cold wrist, cold six
Forty-five, born to live, live to die
Summertime got a new coupe, no roof
Carbon fiber, bullet proof
Paid in full like rich poor
Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more
I'm on my grind in that real split
Man, I'm on my shit, bitches on my dick
Designer frames on my face
Can't see you niggas from outer space
Panoramic views, wanna see me nigga
In the penthouse where we chillin' at
I'm from zone three, bleedin' there
Nigga fuck you if you ain't feelin' it
Got a lotta hoes, a lotta clothes
Too many fans, I do a lotta shows
Got a lotta paper, fuck the haters
10 grand in the club, ain't nothin' major
Do what I want, everyday
Fuck many groupies, I'm London Jae
Got the top spot, the world mine
The city mine, I'm on time
Now that's what I call a hell of a summer
[London Jae:]
(I'ma kill this summer)
Foreign car, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my [?]
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
(Man I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, [?]
Summer (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[London Jae:]
Vamos a hacer esto todo el verano, palabra a las palmeras
Límpiate el sudor con esos billetes de 100, mira esa brisa de verano
Pon esos Phantoms, saca esa vieja escuela
Cambia esos trabajos de pintura, quítate esos zapatos viejos
Vamos a hacer esto todo el verano, palabra a las palmeras
Límpiate el sudor con esos billetes de 100, mira esa brisa de verano
Pon esos Phantoms, saca esa vieja escuela
Cambia esos trabajos de pintura, quítate esos zapatos viejos
Ahora déjame rezar por estos putos negros
¡Súbelo!
Vamos a hacer esto todo el verano, palabra a las palmeras
Límpiate el sudor con esos billetes de 100, mira esa brisa de verano
Pon esos Phantoms, saca esa vieja escuela
Cambia esos trabajos de pintura, quítate esos zapatos viejos
Él por esos motores, mi mierda directamente desde VIP
Acércate a mí en el tráfico, te apuesto esa cuenta
Detente en la luz roja, vamos
Tengo esas zapatillas en la parte de atrás, así que la perra se sienta baja
$30 mil por la pintura, el aire acondicionado sopla nieve
Ven, el látigo sopla como ¡whoa!
Retirando dinero, nunca invirtiendo
Cansado de vivir mintiendo
La puta se está volviendo loca, jódete, págame
El verano está en camino, entonces, ¿por qué carajo odias?
Y voy a matar este verano, palabra a mamá
Y pongo eso en mis malditos artilleros, soy un aturdidor
Estas perras me aman, dicen que hago demasiado
Pero solo esbozo una sonrisa, perra, no hago lo suficiente
Historia verdadera, lo escuchaste aquí primero
Y para cuando llegue el verano, tienes que saber el verso
(Voy a matar este verano)
Coche extranjero, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
Todo tipo de mierda
(Hombre, voy a matar este verano)
Grandes diamantes, Audemar, sin piedras en mi [?]
100 mil, podría haber comprado un coche
(Voy a matar este verano)
Ropa de diseñador, True Religion, nuevo en Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, en mis pies
(Hombre, voy a matar este verano)
En el extranjero, el Reino Unido, Dubai
Islas Caimán, Australia, [?]
[Young Thug:]
Biggie necesita ese Jaguar, también conocido como ese coche rápido
También conocido como ese Nascar, también conocido como ese coche de carreras
Mi nombre de rap es Young Thug
Estoy tomando el intercambio para ser un Blood
Mis porros son como dos dobles
Apágalos, las cucarachas son como bichos
DJ Swamp Izzo lo ejecuta de nuevo
DJ Swamp Izzo lo ejecuta de nuevo
Rompe el Benz no alquilado, puta
Gasta en mi cara demasiado teñida, puta
Patea esta mierda como nuevo K, también conocido como Teniente, puta
Jockin' y estar conmigo, él jockin' y estar conmigo
Y si quieres esos pájaros, tengo una (bandada de ellos conmigo)
Sin policías y los negros ricos son mis íconos
No soy un af', pero si necesitas ladrillos, perra [?]
Regresa a ti, como la parte de atrás de ti
Ahora te persigo
Y si pides más, te alimentaremos con comida para ratas
[London Jae:]
(Voy a matar este verano)
Coche extranjero, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
Todo tipo de mierda
(Hombre, voy a matar este verano)
Grandes diamantes, Audemar, sin piedras en mi [?]
100 mil, podría haber comprado un coche
(Voy a matar este verano)
Ropa de diseñador, True Religion, nuevo en Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, en mis pies
(Hombre, voy a matar este verano)
En el extranjero, el Reino Unido, Dubai
Islas Caimán, Australia, [?]
[?] y la capota se fue
Tengo una pinta de lean más estoy en Patron
Tengo una perra mala y una esposa en casa
Consiguiendo un cúpula loca mientras estoy en el teléfono
Vuelos privados, G6
Volando al extranjero, me da mareo
Corazón frío, nunca confíes en una perra
Tengo una muñeca fría, seis fríos
Cuarenta y cinco, nacido para vivir, vivir para morir
El verano tiene un nuevo cupé, sin techo
Fibra de carbono, a prueba de balas
Pagado por completo como rico pobre
Tengo ladrillos de cocaína, compra sesenta más
Estoy en mi rutina en esa división real
Hombre, estoy en mi mierda, perras en mi polla
Marcos de diseñador en mi cara
No puedo verlos negros desde el espacio exterior
Vistas panorámicas, ¿quieres verme negro?
En el ático donde estamos relajándonos
Soy de la zona tres, sangrando allí
Negro, que te jodan si no lo sientes
Tengo muchas putas, mucha ropa
Demasiados fans, hago muchos shows
Tengo mucho papel, que se jodan los que odian
10 mil en el club, no es nada importante
Haz lo que quiera, todos los días
Follo a muchas groupies, soy London Jae
Tengo el primer puesto, el mundo es mío
La ciudad es mía, estoy a tiempo
Ahora eso es lo que llamo un verano infernal
[London Jae:]
(Voy a matar este verano)
Coche extranjero, 911 Panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
Todo tipo de mierda
(Hombre, voy a matar este verano)
Grandes diamantes, Audemar, sin piedras en mi [?]
100 mil, podría haber comprado un coche
(Voy a matar este verano)
Ropa de diseñador, True Religion, nuevo en Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, en mis pies
(Hombre, voy a matar este verano)
En el extranjero, el Reino Unido, Dubai
Islas Caimán, Australia, [?]
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