| Ayy, what’s the word, baby girl?
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| I’m finna bounce from the studio, it’s been a long day
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| I said I’m tryna slide on ya
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| I miss you, mama
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| Yeah, I wanna do that lil' thang with my tongue that you like
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| But, ayy, next time I call
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| Answer the goddamn phone
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| Quit fuckin' playin' with me
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| This could be dangerous
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| I met the right one at the wrong time
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| I’m not complainin'
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| Ain’t had a good one in a long time
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| Who falls in love in the summer?
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| It’s eighty degrees, you wanna lay in the sheets
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| Who wants the fall in the summer?
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| But you make it a breeze, you make it look so easy
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| Heatstrokes and long nights
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| We both might fall right in love, oh, yeah
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| Keep goin' all night
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| We know it’s alright, I love ya, babe
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| I don’t regret it
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| It’s hot, but try not to sweat it
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| If you’re cool, I’m cool
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| Doin' what we do before the summer’s through
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| We can, why not?
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| Too good, too hot
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| I want what you got
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| But who woulda thought that
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Summer was made for me and you?
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| We supposed to be fuckin', touchin' you, suckin', we lovin'
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| So much fun we fucked up and I cum in it on some summer shit
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| Never been a wanna-be, got it, baby, I’m all-in
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| Never breakin', legs are shakin', pussy in that coffin
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| Blame it on the nighttime, or the white wine or the fact I’m
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| That nigga, shorty asked me what I want to eat
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| I tell her, can you pick it for me? |
| Serve her on a plate, but that’s a
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| different story
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| Treat you like a queen, my knee is bent before you
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| I’ma SoCal nigga, you a up-top bitch
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| You from Richmond, baby, listen, you as real as it gets
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| I’m from the block, but trust, no other gentleman is
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| And if you need it, I’ma be it on a relationship tip
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| No pressure for the title 'cause I know you down
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| We can bend the corner, I can show you 'round
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| Got my shit together, yeah, I know my sound
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| Thinkin' of what happens when the sun goes down
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| We can, why not?
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| Too good, too hot
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| I want what you got
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| But who woulda thought that
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Summer was made for me and you? |