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summer nights - fresh zeph lyrics

prime time, prime time, prime time, prime time, prime time
yoz, where ya goin (brrrr brrrr brrrr brrrr)
otb, otb, otb, otb, otb
swerve

[chorus: fresh zeph]
i remember them summer nights, some was nice, some was not
too much gun shots
been on blocks, sendin shots, hittin ops, and what not
gotta move tac
i don’t play wit it, everyday i was on for, change my hats, everyday i had the strap
i remember them summer nights, some was nice, some was not
too much gun shots
been on blocks, sendin shots, hittin ops, and what not
gotta move tac
i don’t play wit it, everyday i was on for, changе my hats, everyday i had the strap
[verse 1: fresh zeph]
look, you don’t want mе with a temper
i step back and shoot like a pimper
if i make a scene, but a pitascene
cause you get shot if you linger
you know where i be, i bov, if you come to my block get sent up
if you chill with the ops you get sent up
if you scoot to the cops you get sent up
these n*ggas know my body, all these savages around me
i tell them go, they tell me copy
no if, buts, or problems, they do a n*gga sloppy
if a n*gga move a walky, slide on them like its hocky
if a n*gga move a walky, pop a n*gga like a op see
i dont know why y’all trippin, all this henny in my system
you go this way, i go that way, like a penny we gone pinch em
give me rope, imma linch em
have em hanging off the balcony
leave them stincken like a pile of weed
i got shooters surrounding me

[chorus: fresh zeph]
i remember them summer nights, some was nice, some was not
too much gun shots
been on blocks, sendin shots, hittin ops, and what not
gotta move tac
i don’t play wit it, everyday i was on for, change my hats, everyday i had the strap
i remember them summer nights, some was nice, some was not
too much gun shots
been on blocks, sendin shots, hittin ops, and what not
gotta move tac
i don’t play wit it, everyday i was on for, change my hats, everyday i had the strap
[verse 2: lil sdot]
[?] brazin summer nights
lil n*gga keep ya head up
two fingers and the thumb, i gotta keep a gun, walkin on them bad blocks
lil n*gga where ya from, 40 with the stick and swingin like a dread lock
and now ya walkin with a stick, i hit him by his lung, then you shoulda bled out
if i pull a shoota they head out
free da spice, like mail out
like forty chickens been let out
left that n*gga laying with his head out
said i got the k!llas they lurk
if i tell them to, shootas sella to, they gonna pop a n*gga like a perc
coulda been with ya moms, we gonna weather too
its okay i gotta crack a melly too, we gonna hit that n*gga where it hurt
i bought the 40 and the berreta too, just cause i told me get in ma vert
he pull up on v and he left in a he*rs*
pull up on v and got left on the shirt
he pull up on me and got left in the dirt
pull up on me get left lookin hurt

- fresh zeph lyrics

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