Lyrics:
don't got a schedule but said I'm finna check it
Maybe I could clear some time up for you by like 7
Shawty ain't perilla grade dime she 11
Swear to god
I curse With this song
Creep up your neck like a bob
Fucked up your B and its Rob
Need a plan B for this thot
Did she take it or not
We fuck for
like a bitch with fat ass and some titties, need a bitch broader
I can tell by the way that she fuck somebody else taught her
I can tell by the way that
these games with me
I can treat you like a front
You coming with respect
I might give you want
Not what you need
You still a john
So don't trick want no
bring you
Please believe me, believe me please do!
Music by Bob Merrill,
With lyrics by Bee Walker, 1949
(Yeah)
You're like waking in the morning by a mountain stream
You're like watching that eagle floating on the breeze
And as I listen to you
And strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts
And the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights
Went flyin' by
The world was new beneath a blue
And strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts
And the summer wind
Like painted kites
Those days and nights
Went flyin' by
The world was new
Beneath a blue
Uh, uh
Baby girl (I really like)
Uh, uh, uh
Desert Storm (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah yeah (uh)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now, I wanna
Sounds like another word
Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your shit to this
Yo, my nigga, don't even trip
I ain't trippin'
You know we get the dollar
the night away
Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun
Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by
(oh)
There's no one like you around, oh baby
Uh, baby girl (you know that I'm lovin' you, yeah yeah)
Uh, uh, (oh)
Desert Storm, uh (oh, oh)
Uh, uh
niggaz
Because we coming from uptown
We pimpin them bitches
We Checking them niggaz
Because we coming from uptown
Ohhhh it's gonna be a hot summer
Na I got
drop in the summer, was ready to go
And now I got lyrics that heat like the skillet
The one that you cook on (Handle that)
I'm down here at Cookman with
Bad b wanna Ride on me like kapten
Cus she know that I'm the captain
She ain't thick she a fat ting
No filter when we snapchatting
Feds went past so
like cigarette
She on my hip like pistol shit
I beat it up like Dougie fresh
She Talk to me nicely
Roll the kush tightly
Summer time chilling by the pool
plotting
Now all I gotta do is keep 'em watchin'
In 20 years you can tell my son his dad was a hippie
Spirit like Bob Marley, that's why we named you
Old Tom
Old Tom watched the river flow
Staring at the pool below
A ragged, scarecrow silhouette
The kind of man you'd not forget
Every inch
leak out, aunties freak out
The front porch is sorta like the beach house Niggas running bases with their cleats out
Every week now I'm getting texts
Look in your eyes
It took me by surprise
Girl I can't lie
You got me feeling nice
You stayed away
And took your own advice
I know your vice
(Yeah, uh)
Yeah, I can do this shit a hunnid times
Love the grind, they slept on me, now the summer's mine
Uh, make a bad chick wait in line
don't like it (you don't like it)
In a vortex
I know that I am protected by my Cortex
Tell me you don't you don't like it (argh)
In a vortex
I know that I
in the eyes and then I bend her over
Grab her by the thighs Nigga spend her over
Put a arch in your back do it like I told you
Pussy clean all the time
These hoe ain't worth holler
These schools ain't worth the scholar
Ship, you better take a sip from water bottle
Cause the summer's getting hotter
I know
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