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letra de mid summer night - lotes

[intro]
this was dave, you might have seen his blackbox, check him out
lets go

[verse 1: dave]
first year of college my n-ggas on it, the women poppin’
i’m feeling lively, the drink’s inside me, i’m sipping orange
i’m at a party, i see a barbie, i’m moving swiftly
i turn to jus you see that n-gga, he’s moving shifty
he turns to raffy, we laugh a bit
we laugh about how hard he is
alive is what this party is
this music’s so loud and b-tch says, “there’s no loud”
and raffy says he got that, but my man in the back he says
“i’ve got am and i’ve got cheese from now understand i am the streets
and i’ll tax the streets whatever i say and look in my pouch”
he started looking around, i took a look in the pouch and saw a smith and wesson
i started looking around then i saw less and lesser
my n-ggas around, i just saw figures around
some foreign n-ggas around so dead sitting around
raffy come link up, this n-gga’s wondering what
he says, “hurry up” and then he points at him
i’m like see f-ck this, come, come quick
we’ve been outnumbered plus we ain’t armed, so
we left the party in a hurry
rj’s like f-ck this, sammy’s going mental
and raffy’s like, “f-ck this help me find a metal”
and i ain’t even talking much
you see that n-gga on the right of the n-gga moving slight
it’s the n-gga i don’t like but i’ma fix it soon
there was a n-gga with a knife and a n-gga with a nine
and all these n-ggas moving white, we gotta fix it soon
they put a gun up to my friends talking ’bout taxing the ends
i know we lost the sk-nks but i’ma fix it soon
down mc, blood i need a favor
he’s talking reckless on the phone, i should save that sh-t for later
run up in the party, where’s the paper?
run up in the party, slap a barbie tryna stop me, see you later
run up in the party, f-ck the neighbors
run up in the party, in the toilets n-ggas tryna catch some brain, aw
run up in the toilet with no heat on me
this n-gga’s pulling for his pouch like he gon’ beat on me
until em came around and took the strap away
and jussy sweeped that f-ckboy ’til he’s feet for me
i blacked out for a minute
a florid of punches they come in abundance it’s tires of punch, this n-ggas winded
i turned the smithy around and now i’m sitting him down
gave him a kick in the mouth and now this n-gga’s injured
emptied the gun and i closed my eyes ’cause em he came for an m
and we don’t need life, this is all in a second so his eyes light up
time slowed down i felt my hands tie up
fight or flight
he could either cue or cook you

- lotes

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