Yung Bleu – Last Summer

Last Summer Lyrics
Yung Bleu – Last Summer Lyrics

Intro
Moon
Big
Hey

Chorus
I don’t jump in (Jump)
My lil’ shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (Sheesh)
You niggas scary
He tryna blast somethin’? (Grrr)
Shit 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 bitches
Wanna fuck with the kid (Fuck 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 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

Verse 2
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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’ (Seillin’ nothin’)
I’m with some young niggas
And you better know they ain’t tellin’ nothin’
Run around the town, I got a lot of money
(Bet these bitch ass niggas know that)
Chorus
I don’t jump in (Jump)
My lil’ shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (He tryna stand on somethin’)
You niggas scary
He tryna blast somethin’? (He finna blast somethin’)
Shit 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 bitches
Wanna fuck with the kid (Wanna fuck)
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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