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31 Summers
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Hip-Hop/Rap
31 Summers was released on February 22, 2019 by RBC Records as a part of the album Torment
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AlbumTorment
Release DateFebruary 22, 2019
LabelRBC Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Mann
Kevin Mann
Composer

Lyrics

Mm-hmm
Yeah (Uh)
I was born in the summer
I been here every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell 'em, "Grind for thirty-one summers
Spit and shine for thirty-one summers
Grit and grind for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
When they ask me how to come up (Grr)
I tell 'em, "Die for thirty-one summers"
**** don't wanna get it, I'm harder then penetentiary steel
For my **** locked down in the penetentiary still
I wasn't meant to be killed, I was mentally ill
I needed medicine, your head'll get injured, it will
Better yet, Excederin, murder, et cetera
You fuckin' with a psycho, ****, you better run
Pray before I put you in the grave most likely
You met a lot of rappers? Well, none of 'em like me
Ripped the rap game sorta like Ice-T
One little chain, I don't need to be icy
Oh, I see, y'all **** wanna get cut up
Really wanted to nut-up, brains dipped in butter
Guts in the gutter, my ****, I'm that vicious (Vicious)
Put me in a circle of rappers, I handle business (I handle business)
Scandalousness, ****, what up?
****'ll die for thirty-one summers (****)
I was born in the summer
I been here every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell 'em, "Grind for thirty-one summers (Grr)
Spit and shine for thirty-one summers
Grit and grind for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
When they ask me how to come up
I tell 'em, "Die for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
Shittin' on you **** like diarrhea, don't try and see him
I'm busy eatin' up human beings and you can see it
You could be it, that **** that **** you see me eatin'
Hop in a circle and I'll chop you up to little meatlets
Yes, grr, gun in the dresser, my pleasure
Human meat in a crock pot, that's my treasure
Put the seasonin' salt, I don't have to measure
Get your fuckin' hands out the pot, ****, you better
I'm a genius at makin' em eat red meat
Knee-deep in it, for each ten-inch, you'll get a heat lift
Facelift, I'm Jason, put a leak in it
A lot of blood on the ground and you gon' sleep in it
All **** is dyin' before he finish
Rip the guts out of **** before I replenish
Who's next? Give 'em a suplex
Take over his duplex and give her the new sex
Grr
Motherfucker
Gon' light me a cigarette
Where my fuckin' lighter at?
Yeah, ****
I was born in the summer
I been here every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell 'em, "Grind for thirty-one summers (Grr)
Spit and shine for thirty-one summers
Grit and grind for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
When they ask me how to come up (Grr)
I tell 'em, "Die for thirty-one summers" (Yeah)
Kevlar, ****
Grr
Written by: Kevin Mann
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