(feat. Trey Songz)
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[Jim Jones Talking]
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See rap music is subliminal
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But the music for us is like our own diary
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Something like a confession
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They tell me life is a bitch
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She's something like the seasons just like mother nature
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She comes and goes as she please
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That's why they get their period once a month
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I say that to say this
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If you think that bitch
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Summer is yours
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She could be cheating on you
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Ya heard
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[Verse 1 (Jim Jones)]
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Got me feeling like opium
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I'm tryna dance with the loaded M
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open a bottle and it goes around
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I'm leaving drunk by 4 am
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And watch me jump in the golden benz
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Top down with the pokey rims
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And now i'm swerving so you know i'm bent
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I lost count so who knows what I spent
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I recall nine clevage
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Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers with
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One hand in the sky and the other hand was on her
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Thigh
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I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side
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Now g's only as we speed to the Rollexx
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And three or four g's is what we sneeze at the Rollexx
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Playing some out your part it's about 6 am
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You think the is over but if just begin
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They say clubs pacing like bad boys 2
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You can see the snow bunnies doing what bad girls do
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That's esctasy..weed that had girl too
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Scoop the bitch that had key's to some fast old blue
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Now i'm speeding to the telly got the porshe behind
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Trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind
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Like damn; i'm not trying to be pushy or nothing but
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Since the strip joint girl I should have been fucking
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[Chorus (Trey Songz)]
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I shoulda lil' mama
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listen.
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spending my summer
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Spending my summer with the top dropped low
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throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes.. (thats right)
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Smoking on the top notch dro
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Oh thats the summer wit miami
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Bottle in the air
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I'm living without a care
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Shorty beside me
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The wind blowing threw her hair
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Thats the summer with miami
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[Verse 2 (Jim Jones)]
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I can't keep it alone anymore
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I'll be with my girl when it starts snow and get bored
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When you love three women
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It's hard to keep up with the lies
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You see spring my first love I started creeping with
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July
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Used to say I had some shows
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Catch a plane to M-I then
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I started tricking dough and bought a range for july
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mama i said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie and
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I seen her when I told Nas I slapped her with coffy
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We don't play disrespect but that was the day we met
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Summer jam o-2 I hit the stage with my set but her man
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Was from brooklyn she still slipped me the number
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She said he's on vacation so get with me this summer
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Then i been flirting over the past two years now she
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Hates seeing me in the winter
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Ain't gonna last through the years
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Now i'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
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And then when june comes i'll be gone till september
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Now would you hate me for that
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I know your heart's cold could you wait till i'm back
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I'm just a sucker for love
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But a nigga hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug
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[Chorus (2x)]
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Spending my summers with the top dropped low
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Now throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
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Smoking on the top notch dro.. come on come on
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That's the summer wit miami
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Bottle in the air
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I'm living without a care
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Shorty beside me
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The wind blowing threw her hair y'all know
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That's the summer with miami...
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Summer Wit' Miami
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| Jim Jones |
