Last Summer
Lo-Fi-Fnk Lyrics


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I hate a freak in the sheets, even when a bitch say she miss me
Yo bitch wanna get me, lick me, I'm her best choice, no wonder why she pick me
I'm doggin' her out, I got a leash on her neck, nah ma, you can't fetch
I just run up a check, she know I'm up next, but baby girl, if you wanna go, you can hit

The road easy, don't get it confused, in love war all I do is lose, a hoe gon' be a hoe
all you do is choose, I just sip the purple while I see the reds and blues, ayy
Don't play me for no sick fucker, still get on that with you motherfucker, coming hard
when that boy he came from nothing, ayy, ayy, ayy

Being a hoe is so last summer, hitting hard, boy, no I ain't no damn drummer, wolves out
at night, hoe you bet not end up another nigga's supper
Ayy, fake niggas can't see your flag, pussy boy can't come around and hit my gas, I'm in
first, all you do is come in last, ayy, ayy, ayy

Motorsports stuck in dash, blue hundreds, yeah I been in my bag, you ain't my kin
nah boy we ain't friends, in my bag, watch me money dance, ayy, ayy, ayy




She a five with a lil' ass, on my homies, I can't count to ten
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics, Lo-Fi-Fnk expresses a disdain for promiscuous individuals who only show their freaky side in the bedroom. He emphasizes that even if a woman claims to miss him, he is not interested in someone who only values him for his sexual prowess. He asserts that he is the best choice for these women, evident by their preference for him. However, he also mentions that he mistreats these women by figuratively putting a leash on them, indicating control and dominance. He dismisses their affection, suggesting that if they want to leave, they are free to do so.


The artist then shifts his focus to personal experiences and feelings of constant disappointment in relationships. He suggests that in the game of love, all he seems to do is lose. He brings up the idea that someone who acts promiscuously will always be that way, highlighting the notion that a "hoe gon' be a hoe." While observing this, he casually sips purple (likely referring to a purple-colored intoxicating beverage) while seeing the contrasting emotions of happiness (represented by reds) and sadness (represented by blues).


Moving on, Lo-Fi-Fnk addresses those who underestimate him and his abilities. He warns against playing him for a sick individual, intimating that he can still engage in intense and passionate activities despite any assumptions made about him. He boasts about his background, emphasizing that he has achieved success despite coming from nothing. This line suggests that he is proud of his accomplishments and denies any doubt others may have had about his capabilities.


The lyrics then take a turn towards a different theme, denouncing the life of promiscuity as something that was fashionable only during the previous summer. Lo-Fi-Fnk claims to hit hard, indicating that he pursues his goals aggressively and fiercely, comparing himself to someone who isn't a mere drummer but plays the music of life with intensity. He warns women to be cautious at night, as there are predatory individuals who may harm them. He declares that he stands above the "fake niggas" who cannot comprehend his success and warns them against trying to take advantage of him. He acknowledges his position as a leader, while others merely come in last.


Finally, Lo-Fi-Fnk mentions his involvement with motorsports and his financial success, boasting about being in control and having money. He dismisses the idea of close alliances with others, making it clear that he doesn't consider everyone to be his friend or part of his family. He celebrates by showing off his ability to dance with his money, signifying a carefree attitude towards his wealth. He concludes by commenting on a woman's physical appearance, stating that she is a "five" on a scale of attractiveness, but he can't even count up to ten based on his friends' opinions.


Line by Line Meaning

I hate a freak in the sheets, even when a bitch say she miss me
I despise women who act promiscuously, even if they claim to have feelings for me


Yo bitch wanna get me, lick me, I'm her best choice, no wonder why she pick me
Women desire me sexually, they find me irresistible and it's no surprise they choose me


I'm doggin' her out, I got a leash on her neck, nah ma, you can't fetch
I dominate and control her like a dog on a leash, sorry but you can't have control


I just run up a check, she know I'm up next, but baby girl, if you wanna go, you can hit
I'm making a lot of money, she knows I'll be successful, but if she wants to leave, she can go


The road easy, don't get it confused, in love war all I do is lose, a hoe gon' be a hoe
Breaking up is simple, don't get it mixed up, I always lose in matters of love, a promiscuous woman will always be promiscuous


all you do is choose, I just sip the purple while I see the reds and blues, ayy
All you do is make choices, I just casually drink purple alcohol while observing the chaotic situations, ayy


Don't play me for no sick fucker, still get on that with you motherfucker, coming hard when that boy he came from nothing, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't label me as a twisted pervert, I still get intimate with you, motherfucker, giving my best despite my humble beginnings, ayy, ayy, ayy


Being a hoe is so last summer, hitting hard, boy, no I ain't no damn drummer, wolves out at night, hoe you bet not end up another nigga's supper
Engaging in promiscuous behavior is outdated, I'm making a strong impact, boy, I'm not just a drummer, there are dangerous people around at night, make sure you don't become someone's prey


Ayy, fake niggas can't see your flag, pussy boy can't come around and hit my gas, I'm in first, all you do is come in last, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, fake people can't see your true intentions, weak guys can't come near me and use up my resources, I'm always ahead, all you do is fall behind, ayy, ayy, ayy


Motorsports stuck in dash, blue hundreds, yeah I been in my bag, you ain't my kin nah boy we ain't friends, in my bag, watch me money dance, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm driving fast cars, stacking blue hundred-dollar bills, yeah, I've been accumulating wealth, you're not my family, we're not friends, I'm focused on wealth accumulation, watch me celebrate my financial success, ayy, ayy, ayy


She a five with a lil' ass, on my homies, I can't count to ten
She's a mediocre-looking woman with a small butt, she's not important enough for me to consider as a potential partner




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Written by: Paris Bradley

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