• 標題:Last Summer
  • 歌手:Yung Bleu
  • 專輯:Moon Boy
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    作词 : Jeremy Biddle/Nathan Rhoads
    作曲 : Jeremy Biddle/Nathan Rhoads
    [Intro]
    Moon
    Big
    Hey
    [Chorus]
    I don't jump in (Jump)
    My lil' shooter ready
    He tryna stand on some (Sheesh)
    You niggas scary
    He tryna blast somethin'? (Grrr)
    Shit you tried to do me
    We did that last summer (We did that last summer)
    Three shots up in this car
    He left the gas runnin' (Woo)
    Big .30, clip on me
    Come be a crash dummy (Yes sir)
    I been shinin' now these bitches
    Wanna fck with the kid (Fck with the kid)
    My momma think that I'm an angel
    Must don't know what I did
    'Cause I be schemin', schemin'
    Schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin'
    Pull up in that
    Demon (Yeah, yeah), demon (Yeah, yeah)
    Demon (Yeah, yеah), demon (Yeah, yeah)
    [Verse 1]
    Hop in that dеmon say, skrr, skrr
    Police behind me say, woo-woo
    She told me call her big purr (Purr)
    Big Cuban links say burr
    I'm in expensive fur
    That tongue gon' make me swerve
    That dick gon' make her curl (Oh, oh, oh)
    I say, "Hola, suck on my huevos" (Huevos)
    I say I don't speak Spanish but hey hoe (Hey hoe)
    Come and be my Saweetie, I'm not Quavo (Hahaha)
    But I can show you how to pimp these hoes, come take notes
    [Verse 2]
    [?]
    I'm chargin' a fee (Chargin' a fee), 50K for a feature (Sheesh)
    Got a dolla in me (Me)
    She beggin' me please (Please)
    Patek Philippe ('lippe)
    Turned her to a freak (Yeah)
    I had to go into beast mode
    Niggas thinkin' I can't rap
    Put this bitch to your think cap
    I set him up he got killed off a date app
    In a Bent', we can race, yeah
    We in a bando, ain't got a Paypal?
    But I got a .40 Cal
    Get off the block 'cause you in the way pal
    Nigga you ain't sellin' nothin' (Seillin' nothin')
    I'm with some young niggas
    And you better know they ain't tellin' nothin'
    Run around the town, I got a lot of money
    (Bet these bitch ass niggas know that)
    He tryna stand on some (He tryna stand on somethin')
    He tryna blast somethin'? (He finna blast somethin')
    We did that last summer (We did that last summer, doo-doo-doo)
    He left the gas runnin' (He left the gas runnin')
    Come be a crash dummy (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
    Wanna fck with the kid (Wanna fck)
    'Cause I be (Trappin', schemin')
    Demon, demon, demon, yeah, demon