F/ Trey Songz

[Jim Jones: (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 come and go as she please
That's why they get their period once a month
I say that to say this
If you think that bitch
Summer is yours
She could be cheating on you
Ya heard

[Verse 1]:
Its got me feeling like opium
I'm tryin' dance with the load of them
Another bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk bout 4 A.M.
And watch me jump up in a Goldies Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
And now I'm swerving so you know I'm bent
I lost count who knows what I spent
I recall nine cleavages
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 my hammer on my side
Now the g is on lead while we speed to the Rolex
And three or four g's is what we sneeze at the Rolex
Glancin' my [??] it's about 6 A.M.
You think the night is over but it just begin
They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2
So you can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do
Now that's ecstasy weed that had girl too
Scoop the bitch that had the keys to something fast or blue
Now I'm speeding to the telly got the Porsche behind
Trying to get up 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

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jim+jones/summer+wit+miami_20363793.html ]
Spending the summers wit the top drop low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
Smokin' on the top notch dro (dro dro)
That's the Summer wit Miami
Bottle in the air livin' without a care
Shorty beside me wind blowin through her hair
Oh oh oh that's the Summer wit Miami


[Verse 2]:
I can't keep it low anymore
I be with my girl winter when it starts to snow and get bored
When you love three women it's hard keeping up with lies
See spring's my first love I started creeping with July
Use to say I had some shows
Catching planes to M-I
Then I started tricking dough and bought a Range for July
Mama said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie
First seen her when I told Nas I'd slap off his scoofie
We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met
Summer jam 02' I hit the stage with my set
Now her man he was from Brooklyn she still slipped me the number
She said he's on vacation she get with me this summer
Now I been flirting with her for bout the past two years
So now she hates seeing me in winter ain't goin' last through the years
Now I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
And 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'll hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug

[Chorus: (2x)]
Spending the summers wit the top drop low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
Smokin' on the top notch dro (dro dro)
That's the Summer wit Miami
Bottle in the air livin' without a care
Shorty beside me wind blowin' through her hair
Oh oh oh that's the Summer wit Miami

(end)