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lurah – next summer lyrics

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4am in the trap, saw the market in the gap. say she love cuz i’m, up, i’m up tryna make it work. i came around hitting back, i was down in the dirt, before a n-gga talk talk dirty, i could hit him with the 38 special

last summer, in the bando, next summer in a benzo. north side, where the bands go. couple places that i can’t go
hotel room layin low, night show when the day go, petty ho i’d let it go, pain in heart make it go

verse1

flamo, cut throat, hood know me i was selling dope, nkalakatha in the skreets bro, kasi love me like i’m mandoza, who got the crown he should hand it over, last time i check i was taking over

money calling on the trap phone, ring ring, cash tone! big league, back bone, boys lit
case closed. big dreams, range rove, i got a champagne hangover. spazz out, reload, gang flying out to pitori. kapatown i put the city on. kapatown i put the city..

boysindie got a heatwave, come i show you how i mean babe
swear to god, i’m a beast baby, young flamo streets made me
seen a lot in the street baby, thru a lot, yeah i been baby
– i holler at you a bit later, i’m kinda busy with the mixtape

took a pill, it’s a trip
new drug 2 peep!
a young n-gga went deep
i gotta gotta gott get it!
took a pill, it’s a trip
new drug 2 peep!
a young n-gga went deep
i gotta gotta gott get it!

hook

4am in the trap, saw the market in the gap. say she love cuz i’m, up, i’m up tryna make it work. i came around hitting back, i was down in the dirt, before a n-gga talk talk dirty, i could hit him with the 38 special

last summer, in the bando, next summer in a benzo. north side, where the bands go. couple places that i can’t go
hotel room layin low, night show when the day go, petty ho i’d let it go, pain in heart make it go

verse2

psychedelics and a gl-ss of henny, got me feeling like i shouldn’t have did it
criticism, how pathetic
see the vision, boy hope you get it
i’m in the lab, cookin dab
i’m g-ssed up, flamo flame
my gang gone cuz we bout the bag
gotta keep the biness in the famly

can’t be dealin with your type n-ggas, cuz your type n-ggas like to talk n-gga
way too focused on the guap that the block, really thought it’s something wrong with us
couple thotties in the crib already got homies focused on the wrong figures
and why my lines so dope, boy, we grew up inspired by some drug dealers

your record label unstable
putting nothing on the table
you in dm on my d-ck, ey
your shotty put me on the replay

glad to do it if my paid to
all them freestyles paid for
n-ggas playin hide and seek, ey
my plug god in the street, ey

this my life it ain’t rap
think you hot, it ain’t that
021 on the map!
i think my phone got tapped

this my life it ain’t rap
think you hot, it ain’t that
021 on the map!
i think my phone got tapped

hook

4am in the trap, saw the market in the gap. say she love cuz i’m, up, i’m up tryna make it work. i came around hitting back, i was down in the dirt, before a n-gga talk talk dirty, i could hit him with the 38 special

last summer, in the bando, next summer in a benzo. north side, where the bands go. couple places that i can’t go
hotel room layin low, night show when the day go, petty ho i’d let it go, pain in heart make it go

- lurah lyrics

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