[John Cena]
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Yeah we doin things now man
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It's just another day in the life y'know
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Always tryin to do some big bid'ness
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Sometimes when we havin fun
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Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin
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Then, somethin come out of nothin
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It was just another typical day in the summer
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Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother
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We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man
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Three wheel motion killin fools like a hit man
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We on some chill shit, vibin out
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But we still in the mix, fuck hidin out
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On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her
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I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys with her
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She came through the crowd and walked over to me
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Catchin P off guard, she actin like she knew me
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Her name was Shannon, she was canon
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She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her
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This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome
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Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin her home
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That's when she said she live right down the street
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She love white chocolate, well I got somethin sweet
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[Chorus 2X: female singer]
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Saw you walkin down the street and I
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heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
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Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
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[Tha Trademarc]
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We run game, {?} Blanson, what's your hon's name
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I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change
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Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid
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I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade
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Whatever you need, whatever you want
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With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt
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There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
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where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing
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I'll be out girl, quicker than tans
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If you want somethin stick hurr, stick wit'cha man
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I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for sex
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I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex
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Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next
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Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet
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I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot
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Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot
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[Chorus]
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[John Cena]
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Yo... with these sweet flows, the streets knows
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whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb like deep throws
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My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe
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I got class like a Ric Flair robe
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[Tha Trademarc]
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Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone
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D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe
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You know me with a extra set of hands
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a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely
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[John Cena]
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If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine
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I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin mine
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I ain't about a wife even if she won this right
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I'll fuck for seven days but stand for one night
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[Tha Trademarc]
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Man we decked out John, the strict gutter
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I'll have a girl repeatin my name in sex like the bitch stutter
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I got moves lookin butter with a tight fade
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Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray
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[Chorus]
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Summer Flings
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| John Cena |
