RhyRhy - Summer Bummer (Lights On) (Lyrics)

RhyRhy - Summer Bummer (Lights On) I think it look better with the lights on (Lyrics): [Intro] Don't say too much at all, nigga Fuck you talkin' bout? But this some nigga's shit, though ([Prod. tag]) Yeah, RhyRhy, RhyRhy— [Chorus] She gon' make it clap 'cause I said so Brought her in the trap, countin' Pesos If he tryna run, I'll take his face off In the back, with some gunners, tryna graze some' I think it look better with the lights on Baby, tell me this the right song? And tell me when you comin', when the days young Then again, come again, so tell me what you're doing? Uhh, uh, tell me what you're doing? Baby, tell me what you're doing? Traphouse, boomin' In the back, said you're niggas tryna come in [Post-Chorus] Real hunnids and fifties, all cash, in that Goyard bag Lil shawty tryna tempt me, like that, I like that, I like that [Verse] I think you sound better when you hit me through the phone line Don't share all my secrets, don't you tell 'em through the grapevine Baby, tell me what it's hittin' for? (—ttin' for?) Look around the back or you could get some more (Yeah) Think it's better when you lock the door Got the speakers bangin' loud, baby, make some noise Girl, I can't deny, you one-of-a-kind If they say that love is wrong, believe it, it's no lie This here got me damaged, kept my hits so I can manage Backdoorin' my brother, my [?] just caught you standin' She can see yo' colours, always do the fucking most Run up in yo' room, bitch we kickin' down yo' spot If I swing my do', bitch, don't tell me you ain't hit yo' target Murder that she wrote, po' up four in this red rum Bitch, you know you dead wrong Boutta turn this bitch up, nigga Never will I switch on the gang for a [?] She was trappin' on the streets, tryna run up the beef Too many times where I ain't never had your [?] If I'm throwin' on the mask, then I'm comin' in your whip ARP up in my pants, bitch, I'm uppin' up my stick Keep that comment for yo man's, swear to God that he won't— [Chorus] She gon' make it clap 'cause I said so (Leave) Brought her in the trap, countin' Pesos (Me) If he tryna run, I'll take his face off (Leave) In the back, with some gunners, tryna graze some' (Me) I think it look better with the lights on Baby, tell me this the right song? And tell me when you comin', when the days young Then again, come again, so tell me what you're doing? Uhh, uh, tell me what you're doing? Baby, tell me what you're doing? Traphouse, boomin' In the back, said you're niggas tryna come in [Post- Chorus] Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in Tags: Summer Bummer Lyrics RhyRhy Summer Bummer Summer Bummer RhyRhy She gon' make it clap 'cause I said so Brought her in the trap countin' Pesos If he tryna run I'll take his face off In the back with some gunners tryna graze some' I think it look better with the lights on Baby tell me this the right song And tell me when you comin' when the days young Then again come again so tell me what you're doing Summer Bummer #RhyRhy #SummerBummer #Lyrics Contact : droppinglyricsvibe@gmail.com