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letra de last summer - yung bleu

[intro]
moon
big
hey

[chorus]
i don’t jump in (jump)
my lil’ shooter ready
he tryna stand on some (sheesh)
you n-ggas scary
he tryna blast somethin’? (grrr)
sh-t 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 b-tches
wanna f-ck with the kid (f-ck 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 d-ck gon’ make her curl-url (oh, oh, oh)
i say, “hola, suck on my huevos” (huevos)
i say i don’t speak spanish but hey ho (hey ho)
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]
glock with a squeeze, turn him to cheese (turn him to cheese)
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
n-ggas thinkin’ i can’t rap
put this b-tch to your think cap
i set him up he got k!lled 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
n-gga you ain’t sellin’ nothin’ (seillin’ nothin’)
i’m with some young n-ggas
and you better know they ain’t tellin’ nothin’
run around the town, i got a lot of money
(bet these b-tch ass n-ggas know that)
[chorus]
i don’t jump in (jump)
my lil’ shooter ready
he tryna stand on some (he tryna stand on somethin’)
you n-ggas scary
he tryna blast somethin’? (he finna blast somethin’)
sh-t you tried to do me
we did that last summer (we did that last summer, doo-doo-doo)
three shots up in this car
he left the gas runnin’ (he left the gas runnin’)
big .30, clip on me
come be a crash dummy (doo-doo, doo-doo)
i been shinin’ now these b-tches
wanna f-ck with the kid (wanna f-ck)
my momma think that i’m an angel
must don’t know what i did
’cause i be (trappin’, schemin’)
schemin’, schemin’, schemin’, schemin’
demon, demon, demon, yeah, demon

- yung bleu

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