| Emotions running high in the summertime
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| Static on the radio runnin' through my mind
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| It must be lookin' right when you look at me
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| I can tell that you’ll be mine by the time I leave (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
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| A G’s up, hoes down, breakin' necks when I come 'round
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| '87 Cutty dipped in butter with them gold thangs
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| White walls, Hen'-dawg, puffin' on the twelve-sack
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| Sailor Moon shawty lookin' right when she throw it back
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| Come and fuck with a thug, let me show you a lil' love
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| Poppin' tags, takin' flights, never fuckin' with a scrub
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| Toe-taggin' on the four, whippin' Vogues, no pro
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| Turn the window five percent so you can’t see me when I stroll
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| Emotions running high in the summertime
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| Static on the radio runnin' through my mind
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| It must be lookin' right when you look at me
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| I can tell that you’ll be mine by the time I leave (Ayy, yuh)
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| Break me off a lil' somethin', baby girl, I wanna see you move
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| Hop into the coupe and take a cruise ridin' down the moon
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| All we have is one night so, baby, you better pick and choose
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| Play me like a fool when I have you cryin', singin' the blues
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| I blow the smoke 'til the breeze, breakin' bitches my forte
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| Rami' don’t be lovin', just keep ballin' into foreplay
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| Grippin' on the rod got me took
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| MAC game crazy, you can’t get this out no book, bitch (Huh?) |