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Summer '25 letra


That summer feelin'
That summer feelin'
(These are the real Sopranos)
That summer feelin' is gonna haunt you for the rest of your life
(Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)
And then that summer feelin' will come and haunt you
'Cause that summer feelin' shall haunt you the rest of your life
Yo

It's summer '25 already, look how quick a year passed
The Thunder won a chip, the whole LA smell like tear gas
Connects still tappin' in, I told 'em I'm retired, still
He said you gon' regret it like Zion regret Moriah Mills
Spent last summer broke, but, now we up
We gotta give him his
'Cause last year was y'all turn
But, this summer, y'all stick-up kids
Bundy had a daughter, Bean back home from that prison bid
The streets need a Griselda album
And, shit, I need a bigger crib
But, once I left the streets, I watched the Sun set in Greece
Come back to visit Shay gravesite, tell bruh Rest in peace (rest in peace, Shay)
I got seniority with the plug, he said it's one left for me (just for me)
My own boss, so I could drop a tape, when one just released (my own boss)
The independent hustle, yeah
I came up eatin' off the backend
With better jewels and longer runs than rappers who went platinum
Its Summertime Butch deuce, I had to make it annual
In a pot scrapin' granules, this how I made it tangible
I'm Montana Ave Butch, I'm literally from trap heaven
Y'all niggas chit-chat reckless, and basically, that's tellin'
Can't compare me to no new rappers, they gotta be past legends
She ask for dough before I fuck, but, basically, that's beggin'
I'm in every state, guess you could say that I'm a travel hustler
Seem 'em try to do what Butch did, and don't last a summer
They seventeen a joint, we break the whip down and wrap 'em under
That price go where I go, just like Davante Adams number (woo)
I'll buy a pallet from you, just write down that magic number
Been so good for so long, that they don't think I have the hunger
Ain't addin' up, I chew through shit, which rapper I'ma have for supper? (Who? Which one?)
Depending what your watch cost, a broad unfasten for you
They wanna see my status plummet, probably say I had it comin'
Meanwhile, I'm grindin', stackin' hundreds, flyin' pack in luggage
Ah, it ain't no clouds and it's ninety outside
That mean it's grimy outside
But, fuck it, you can still find me outside
Summer '25

Benny The Butcher - Letras

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