Video Lunas Sol de Akai Solo Y Pink Siifu 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akai Solo Y Pink Siifu - Lunas Sol Lyrics

[Akai Solo]
Yo, yo, all these chillins aren't thinkin' of a savior
This pain got a flavor, that gets savored to the bone
Summer scars on my block
No buddies, I be layered like onions
Send the word back
Travel fast to the function, hit mad patron, we be right back
After we all get sponsors, diligence get done
[?] whole new dilemmas
[?] consistent
Speakers hit different when they aren't impeded
And interrupted by a bullet, yo
Bulletins booked to the brim
Whip on the road towards somewhere, hey
'Cause where you based at better or your best
If it's not, just dead it, if it is, it is not my business
Reason is, [?] we still different
You worship the still, ill [?] tables on [?]
You don't know what's real
The [?]
It ain't matter what you [?]
[?]
Milestones intercepted, best believe they get finished off
Progress [?] nigga, still perform
[?]
Progress bars can't resolve if it's no reform
[?]
[Pink Siifu]
Get it in, get it in
Light's fallin' in
Yeah, let it in
Let it marinate in my skin
Let it sizzle in
Sky drizzled [?]
Yo, we fly down
Lay down ocean sand [?] if I land
Kickin' it on [?]
School me up, hit the land
Black is your favorite Southern kin
Roll it like purple skin
Weed like purple [?]
[?] ain't hurried now, blessed so protected, and sisters
I'm tryna be e'rything but arrested
Tell God for a nigga but he ain't impressed
Salad dressing on light you niggas
Fuck a politician, fuck a government, I might fight ya'll niggas
All of my niggas guys gut a gutter shit
All about guns, but a bitch like Ving Rhames
You a big bitch, heart's holiday
Please don't [?] a huddle bitch, far away
In chaos where a nigga like to meditate
Oh you scared, you scared nigga
Don't be scared, last word
Trust issues will be the will on bricks
Niggas said fuck, you left your shit on bricks, right outside crib
Right outside shorty crib, I don't really trust shit
Niggas got shot right there, front steps
Right by shorty crib, slippin through cracks like the ones dim lit
Go and fix your face
You at your momma's crib, wash your hands
Wash your hands
Pray
Pray