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Yung Bleu - Last Summer Lyrics



Yung Bleu - Last Summer Lyrics
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Moon
Big Moon
Hey

I don't jump in (jump), my lil' shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (sheesh)
You niggas scary, we tried to blast somethin' (grrr)
Shit you tried to do, 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 bitches 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 been (schemin'), schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin'
Pull up in that
Demon (yeah), demon (yeah)
Demon (yeah), demon

Hop in that demon 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 dick gon' make her curl (oh, oh, oh)
I say, "hola, suck on my huevos" (huevos)
I say I don't speak Spanish but hey hoe (hey hoe)
Come and be my Saweetie, I'm not Quavo (hahaha)
But I can show you how to pimp these hoes, come take notes

Got with the squeeze, turn 'em 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, niggas thinkin' I can't rap
Put this bitch to your think cap
I set him up he got killed 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
Nigga you ain't sellin' nothin' (sellin' nothin')
I'm with some young niggas and you better know they ain't tellin' nothin'
Word around the town, I got a lot of money
(Bet these bitch ass niggas know that)

I don't jump in (jump), my lil' shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (he tryna stand on some)
You niggas scary, we tried to blast somethin' (you finna blast nothin')
Shit you tried to do, we did that last summer (we did that last summer)
Three shots up in this car, he left the gas runnin' (the gas runnin')
Big .30, clip on me, come be a crash dummy (do-do-do)
I been shinin', now these bitches 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 been (trappin') schemin', schemin', (schemin'), schemin'
Demon, demon, demon, demon
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Moon
Big Moon
Hey

I don't jump in (jump), my lil' shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (sheesh)
You niggas scary, we tried to blast somethin' (grrr)
Shit you tried to do, 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 bitches 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 been (schemin'), schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin'
Pull up in that
Demon (yeah), demon (yeah)
Demon (yeah), demon

Hop in that demon 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 dick gon' make her curl (oh, oh, oh)
I say, "hola, suck on my huevos" (huevos)
I say I don't speak Spanish but hey hoe (hey hoe)
Come and be my Saweetie, I'm not Quavo (hahaha)
But I can show you how to pimp these hoes, come take notes

Got with the squeeze, turn 'em 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, niggas thinkin' I can't rap
Put this bitch to your think cap
I set him up he got killed 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
Nigga you ain't sellin' nothin' (sellin' nothin')
I'm with some young niggas and you better know they ain't tellin' nothin'
Word around the town, I got a lot of money
(Bet these bitch ass niggas know that)

I don't jump in (jump), my lil' shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (he tryna stand on some)
You niggas scary, we tried to blast somethin' (you finna blast nothin')
Shit you tried to do, we did that last summer (we did that last summer)
Three shots up in this car, he left the gas runnin' (the gas runnin')
Big .30, clip on me, come be a crash dummy (do-do-do)
I been shinin', now these bitches 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 been (trappin') schemin', schemin', (schemin'), schemin'
Demon, demon, demon, demon
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle, Nathan Roads
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Yung Bleu
From Album: Moon Boy
Written by: Jeremy Biddle, Nathan Roads

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