Lyrics:
Be my Summer time baby
Know you got options
But please don’t be hasty
Girl you look better wit me
And together we be incredible to just see
Perfect
eyes
Can't feel self can't feel my eyes
She caught me by surprise
When I tell the truth still lying
In the jungle you know I'm a lion
All my niggas
fall
That's the main reason I'm gon' ball
I'ma get it eitherway it go
Underground or radio
Pullin' off in Chevys and Durango
I make a freak bitch wake
Up
with no coonery
Shine bright like jewellery
Cocoa Butter Babies shine bright
People get bitter when you be on
That’s why they call it the lime light
with no coonery
Shine bright like jewellery
Cocoa Butter Babies shine bright
People get bitter when you be on
That’s why they call it the lime light
lights do you see?
There's one to keep the shadows off
And there's one that tells me she got home
And there's one to read his novel by
And there's one
to keep the shadows off
And there's one that tells me she got home
And there's one to read his novel by
And there's one that warms this dreary room
like every normal baby
It helps me get to sleep and get a â??yesâ?? or â??noâ?? from â??maybeâ??
So I say fly now or climb down or ride on or go on home
you get that chronic, damn
Ain't no need for push and shove
Homie show me love
This Califa Thug
Smokin' all my chronic bud, buzzin' off my beer
come up out the joint
Get your whole wig split
Wanna keep it gangsta
Then baby boy keep it real
Knowin you sayin anything
So the people will think you
Yo light the leaf, lay sugar sweet
Inhale the mystic
The three shells by the toilet
I'm futuristic
I'm so ridiculous, my mental sickness-
Women, love
Willy tore his hair out
And Sally grew a beard vince went ape-shit
And cut off his ears ruby went to town
Completely upside down
Sally spilled some powder
This is the tale of a bearded sloth
Who debases himself so they can get their rocks off.
Recruits five skinny better looking men
To play guitar
is rusting in the yard
Mommy scrubs and daddy scores
Keeps his stash beneath the floor
Under the bed of baby blue
I need a guide book
Get me a map
is rusting in the yard
Mommy scrubs and daddy scores
Keeps his stash beneath the floor
Under the bed of baby blue
I need a guide book
Get me a map
distracted by some nalgas
This little pinche leva kicks me right in the pelotas
(Ah, ah, ah)
Nadas por free
So me levanto off the suelo straight
God sakes!!
I said 'Whoa, hold on there Chatty Baby! I said, 'How old are you anyway guitar?' And that guitar said, 'I was born in '37, on the road by
she took my hand
Placed it on the baby in your lap
I've been trying my best to find my peace
They both look like criminals to me
There's nothing
Fire! Fire
The way you walk and talk
Really sets me off
To a full alarm child
The way you squeeze, tease
Knocks me to my knees
Cause I'm
the future feel the present is my present is my baby is just satan like my sound
Flight became fallin off
Fight with damn processor
Blocking back zombie knock
Akachi beats
Off the Henny, diamonds dancing with me
Money blue like we in Kansas City
I don't wanna hit ya weed it’s shitty
I'm in Cali smoking by
over too
Let me open my eyes and you gone like peek a boo plenty of fishes in the sea go ahead and pick a boo
I don’t know fish but I’ll throw you
恋の行方も知らないで
夏の面影を探してる 忘れたくない oh my dear
Summer time is going by
So tell me baby, can I get one more try?
I don't wanna lose this wave そう君を
You know? I'll
only holla when you be down on ya dollars?
I'm tryna pop my collar, just hit up your baby father
The only chick that call me daddy I'm worried 'bout is
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