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letra de red summer - pgf glizzymoe

[intro]
huh?
(i love you, kay) huh?
go, go, go
put that b-tton on you, ain’t no time get up out the way
over wicked, we was slidin’ every day
huh? go

[chorus]
put that b-tton on you (grrah), ain’t no time get up out the way (the way)
last summer was over wicked (wicked), we was slidin’ every day (skrrt, skrrt)
we was f-ckin’ n-ggas up, then took a trip out to the a (to the a)
free loski, hit that b-tton, we was gettin’ sh-t out the way (ayy, free my f-ckin’ slime, man)
remember n-ggas hit his crib, somebody popped the same day (the same day)
hit the cut and switch the crowd, they ain’t posted since that day (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
‘member n-ggas threw at mooda and we slid the same day (the same day)
hit they block two different ways (two different ways), let every shot up out the drac’ (up out the drac’)

[verse]
n-ggas always doin’ this and that (this and that), but never wanna bump (on lil moe grave, man)
catch a n-gga gettin’ gas and leave his ass all on the pump (up on the pump)
pull up on a n-gga, hop up out the car, i let it dump (grrah, grrah, grrah)
put it all up in his face (grrah, grrah, grrah), it ain’t no way he gettin’ up (grrah, grrah, grrah)
keep it a buck, you ain’t nothin’ if he ain’t never threw at us (huh?)
we be makin’ n-ggas move whenever n-ggas beef with us (with us)
catch him walkin’ out the crib, we ain’t shootin’ this b-tch up (huh?)
we like gettin’ close up on ’em ’cause this switch be liftin’ up (huh? huh? huh? huh?)
you can’t run or nothin’, b-tch, you can’t do nothin’ when i creep (i creep)
walk up on his ass, hit his ass with chopper, .223 (chopper, .223)
n-gga think that he a demon ’til i mask up like i’m scream (scream)
we gon’ send his ass to jesus, tell his ass he earned his wings (huh? huh? huh?)
[chorus]
put that b-tton on you, ain’t no time get up out the way (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
last summer was over wicked (wicked), we was slidin’ every day (slide)
we was f-ckin’ n-ggas up (f-ckin’ n-ggas up), then took a trip out to the a (the a)
free loski, hit that b-tton, we was gettin’ sh-t out the way (ayy, free my f-ckin’ slime, man)
remember n-ggas hit his crib, somebody popped the same day (the same day)
hit the cut and switch the crowd, they ain’t posted since that day (grrah, grrah, grrah)
‘member n-ggas threw at mooda and we slid the same day (the same day)
hit they block two different ways, let every shot up out the drac’

[outro]
out the f-ckin’ drac’, man, on folks grave
no f-ckin’ cap, all facts, on gang

- pgf glizzymoe

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