Barnes n Noble Summrs
"Barnes n Noble" by Summrs, released in 2021, is a #Rap song that explores themes of love, heartbreak, and personal growth. The lyrics reflect a blend of vulnerability and confidence, with unique melodic flows and atmospheric beats. The song captures the emotional struggles of youth, resonating with listeners in the SoundCloud rap scene.
It's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang
[Verse]
Oh, yeah, fuck it let's get some kicks
Fuck it, his ass, he got kicked, yeah
Rare hoe she so thick, yeah
Fuck it, I might pay her rent, (rent)
She know lil Rino the shit
I feel like the damn president
Slayworld, I do represent, (Okay, okay)
Look in his pockets, It's lint
Look in my pockets, it's ten, (Racks)
We just sold a nigga Fent, yeah
My eyes low, Jeremy Lin, (Jeremy Lin)
Weiland, came through with the bins
The gang came through in the 'Rossa
I got more bread than a toaster
Talkin' that shit, then It's over
Medicine up in my soda
Alot of my bitches lil older, (older)
Pushin' that 'Cat like a stroller
My chains make the room colder
She like that I'm never sober
Thought I done already told you, (uh huh)
Came through this hoe with some soldiers
Broke ass nigga, he a poser, yeah
I just do what I'm 'posed to, yeah
Dreads in my head like sosa
Sippin' on the purple mocha, what
I'm richer than all my locals, yeah
Lil rino done damn near went global
Ran it up straight out my mobile
Smokin' loud we ain't smoke Barnes & Nobles, yeah
The shit I write be novels, yeah
[Verse]
Oh, yeah, fuck it let's get some kicks
Fuck it, his ass, he got kicked, yeah
Rare hoe she so thick, yeah
Fuck it, I might pay her rent, (rent)
She know lil Rino the shit
I feel like the damn president
Slayworld, I do represent, (Okay, okay)
Look in his pockets, It's lint
Look in my pockets, it's ten, (Racks)
We just sold a nigga Fent, yeah
My eyes low, Jeremy Lin, (Jeremy Lin)
Weiland, came through with the bins
The gang came through in the 'Rossa
I got more bread than a toaster
Talkin' that shit, then It's over
Medicine up in my soda
Alot of my bitches lil older, (older)
Pushin' that 'Cat like a stroller
My chains make the room colder
She like that I'm never sober
Thought I done already told you, (uh huh)
Came through this hoe with some soldiers
Broke ass nigga, he a poser, yeah
I just do what I'm 'posed to, yeah
Dreads in my head like sosa
Sippin' on the purple mocha, what
I'm richer than all my locals, yeah
Lil rino done damn near went global
Ran it up straight out my mobile
Smokin' loud we ain't smoke Barnes & Nobles, yeah
The shit I write be novels, yeah
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