Testo Last Summer - Yung Bleu
Testo della canzone Last Summer (Yung Bleu), tratta dall'album Moon Boy
Mm, big one (ay)
I don't jump (jump)
I just shoot 'em, ready
He tryna stand on some
You niggas scary
Try to blast some? (Blrrr)
Shit, you tried to do me
Did that last summer (did that last summer)
Three shots up in this car
He left the gas running (Whoo)
Big 30, clip on me
Come be a crash dummy (Yes)
I been shot and now these bitches wanna fuck with the kid
My mama think that I'm a angel, must don't know what I did
'Cause I be (skrrt, skii)
Skii, skii
Skii, skii
Pull up in that
Ding, ding (yeah)
Ding, ding (yeah)
Ding, ding (yeah) ding
Hop in that demon say (skrrt)
Police behind me say (skrrt, skrrt)
She told me call her big purr (purr)
Big Cuban links say burr
I'm in expensive fur
That tongue gone make me swerve
That dick gone make her curl
I say, "Hola, suck on my huevos" (huevos)
I say, "I don't speak Spanish but hey hoe"
Come and be my sweetie, I'm not Quavo (hahaha)
But I can show you how to pimp these hoes
Come take notes
God with the speeds
Turnin' the cheeks (turnin' the cheeks)
I'm charging a fee (chargin' a fee)
50k for a feature
Got a dolla in me
She begging me, "Please"
But thankfully
Turned into a freak
I had to go into beastmode
Niggas thinking I can't rap
Put this bitch to your thinking cap
I set him up, he got killed off a date app
In that 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' nothing
I'm with some young niggas
And you better know they ain't telling nothing (good God)
Run around the town, I got a lot of money
(Bet these bitch ass niggas know nothin')
I don't jump (jump)
I just shoot 'em, ready
He tryna stand on some (he tryna stand on some)
You niggas scary
He try to blast some? (He better blast nothin')
Shit, you tried to do me
Did that last summer (we did that last summer)
Three shots up in this car
He left the gas running (left the gas runnin')
Big 30, clip on me
Come be a crash dummy (do-do-do-do)
I been shot and now these bitches wanna fuck with the kid
My mama think that I'm a angel, must don't know what I did
'Cause I be (trappin') skii
Skii, skii, skii
Ding, ding, ding (yeah, yeah)
Ding
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Writer(s): Nathan William Rhoads, Jeremy Biddle
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