| This right here go out to all the ladies
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| Who cannot predict when the sun will shine
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| Just make sure when it do, you bask in it
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| You embrace it, you let it hit you in the face
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| Huh, you know what I’m talking bout
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| Yo, yo, ay, ay
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| The sun was in the sky
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| I was bumping «Sly Love», hard to find in the summertime
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| You can spend a lifetime tryna predict when the sun will shine
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| Or simply bask in it like the flowers that come alive
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| Summer days always start extraordinary
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| Summer nights there’s water in the air, wish it would storm already
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| I hit the corner store, I had a taste for strawberry quick
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| Seen the broad, very tall, very thick, licking her lips
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| Hips barely fit through the door
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| Imagine that, she bought a dutch and a lemonade out the Escalade
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| Bumping «Renegade» by Em and Jay
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| Symmetrical braids, incredible edible legs
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| Just to track her down, I went on a ghetto crusade
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| Serenade this angel like Cyrano de Bergerac
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| The lightness of her being was unbearable
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| So here I am at her apartment building, apart from feeling
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| «Heartless» like Kanye with a talk-box
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| I walked four blocks out my way cause her walk had me focussed
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| Her scent had me open, and since we had a moment
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| What I’ma say? |
| Hey, I seen you in the store?
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| She went into a building and I had to guess the floor
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| Knocking on every door, that took bout a half an hour
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| Till she answered «whoa», was still soaked from the shower
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| I seen some sour diesel broken up on my CD
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| She introduced me to her room mates, this Vanilla Dutch and this is Swisha
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| Sweety
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| I got you open yet?
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| It ain’t over yet, I love you when you’re soaking wet
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| Been looking for you like the bounty hunter Boba Fett
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| I’m the one but you don’t know it yet
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| The wettest skin, what a better beginning, she let me in
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| Let us begin, perfect weather for sinning, my Seraphin
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| We on the floor, barely made it through the door
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| New high score, she never came like that before, wow |