[Talking] You see rap music is subliminal but the music for us is like our own diary something like a confession they tell me life is a bitch she something like the seasons just like mother nature she comes and go as she please thats why they get their period once a month I say that to say this if you dig that bitch the summer is yours she could be cheating on you ya heard
[Verse 1] got me feeling like opium I'm tryin dance with the low of them open a bottle and it goes around I'm leaving drunk by 4 A.M.
And watch me jump in a Dolce Benz top down with the pokey rims and now I'm swerving so you know I'm bent I lost count so who knows what I spent I recall nine {?} Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers with one hand in the sky and the other hand was on her thigh I was grinding to the beat with one hand on my side now the g's only as we speed to the Rolex and three or four g's is what we sneeze on the Rolex playing some {?} {?} it's about 6 A.M. You think the night is over but it just begin they say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2 you can see the snow bunnies doing what bad girls do thats ecstasy weed that had girl to scoop the bitch that had ki's selling fast off blue now I'm speeding to the telly got the Porsche behind trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind like damn; not trying to be pushy or nothing but since the strip joint girl I should have been fucking
[Verse 2] I can't keep it long anymore I be with my girl when it starts to {?}{?} And when you love three women it's hard to keep up with the lies you see spring my first love I started creeping with July use to say I had some shows catch a plane to M-I then I started tricking dough and bought a Range for July but I said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie and I seen her when I saw Nas I slapped her with scoofy(?) We don't play disrespect but that was the day that me met summer jam o-2 I hit the stage with my set but the {?} was from Brooklyn she stil slipped me the number she said he's on vacation she get with me this summer then I been flirting with her over the past two years now she hates seeing me in the winter ain't gonna last through the years now I'm looking at winter like life's in the picture and then when June comes I'll be gone til September now would you hate me for that I know your heart's cold could you wait til I'm back I'm just a sucker for love but a nigga hold me down if you wanna fuck with a thug
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