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letra de black summer - donavan ransom

[hook]

we use to ghost whip on the usual
midnight we swerving
we ride dirty
i’ll be home in the morning
i’m too turnt up
hope i don’t see jury
boys will show in a hurry

we use to ghost whip on the usual
east side be burning
west side i’m skirtin’
convoy parking lots
n-gga then we merging
hit the bando
okay that sounds perfect

[verse: 1]

9 o’clock come and get me i’m dressed smirkin’
faded off the henny and notiq man i’m gone
i feel like tonight gonna be so worth it
but momma said i can’t be out too long
we blast yg and then play that swayze
blurry vision sticky floors i’m hearing the same song
i hopе everybody on the samе wave length cuz if not sh-t get shot n-ggas don’t get along
i got 8 missed calls
is you ready or not
i’m bullsh-ttin’ wit gang
we done flooded the spot
bad b-tches with bad intentions plotting on the block
who you with
where you at
how far
send a pin

[bridge]

friday night mobbing
i cleaned out my new whip
hopped out the shower
i got me a new fit
got the fresh white tee b-tton up with my new kicks you don’t wanna f-ck with me

[verse: 2]

my clothes smelling like a bad habit
cigarettes be dragging
when you standing up
n-ggas getting socked just for acting tough
i’m callin’ bluffs
i came ten deep so you know it’s us
and i ain’t passing blunts i don’t give a f-ck
if the pigs show then we hopping fences
staking out at denny’s
3am in the morning them streets be very empty
momma blowing my phone up i’m sorry i ain’t home yet

busy lookin at b-tches they sure be shaking ass
fights had broke out they pulled the straps
we around the corner
smoking that marijuana and then we hit the dash

paranoia be sure to kick in at any moment
till then i’m livin’ this night like it’s gonna be my last

p-12 turn to a parking lot it be overcrowded
either that or we hit the duct and be on the mountains
3rd street east is a death trap know where you parkin’
cuz n-ggas on some bullsh-t and always wanna start sh-t

[outro]

them house parties turn to raids now
them arguments turn to fades now
we in the street about to race now
hope don’t n0body catch a case now

[bridge]

friday night mobbing
i cleaned out my new whip
hopped out the shower
i got me a new fit
got the fresh white tee b-tton up with my new kicks you don’t wanna f-ck with me

[hook]

we use to ghost whip on the usual
midnight we swervin’
we ride dirty
i’ll be home in the morning
i’m too turnt up
hope i don’t see jury
boys will show in a hurry

we use to ghost whip on the usual
east side be burning
west side i’m skirtin’
convoy parking lots
n-gga then we merging
hit the bando
okay that sounds perfect

- donavan ransom

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