Baby you summertime fine, ill let you get on top
Ill be the underline,
Im...
trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime.
You fine as hell,
I guess I met you for a reason only time could tell, but well,
Im wondering what type of shit you on and,
Do you like the finer things or are you a simple women?
Would you drank with a nigga, do you smoke weed?
Done be ashamed, it aint no thang, I used to blow trees,
Getting lifted.
I quit the shit, I might get high with you,
Its only fitting cuz Im looking super fly with you.
I flower you, a powerful, you do something to me
Cuz girl I caught the vibez like you threw something to me...
so I threw em back.
Now all my niggaz hollering who is that?
Oh boy she bad nigga, what chu bout to do with that?
I finna take you home sip a little Patron now we zoning
Baby you so fine.
Now can I hit it In the morning?
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