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Correct Summertime Fine Lyrics
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Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you Wait ‘til I get home to you Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you That’s because I vibe with ya baby Ooh yeah Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby Ooh yeah Hold me down like you said you would Yeah you could Have anything you want, yeah you could Bet it’s good Finger lickin’ I’m not speakin’ chicken We can kick it Nobody gotta know our secret business Shh, shh It’s so erotic we might need forgiveness We live in fantasies fulfilling all your freaky wishes You keep my interests you intrigue my senses And you ambitious you about your riches I played the fool before, it seemed suspicious I played it cool and tried to keep a distance But you keep pullin’ me in it’s like a magnet How our souls gravitate I gots to have it Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you Wait ‘til I get home to you Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you That’s because I vibe with ya baby Ooh yeah Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby Ooh yeah Don’t take yourself so seriously, girl Don’t drop that ass so furiously, girl Seriously It’s like a outta-body-experience, see We can wear matching sweatsuits Trip to Magic Mountain with your nieces and your nephews Take a rock off a mountain put it on your left boo Here yo Superman lover coming to your rescue We can ball out, take drugs, cook good food She gon’ put the extras on it said I been a good dude Head rush, almost got me feelin’ like them ‘woods do Keep me in a good mood I’m about to push through You my summertime Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you Wait ‘til I get home to you Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you That’s because I vibe with ya baby Ooh yeah Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby Ooh yeah Uh, sophisticated you's a cold piece Larenz Tate twisted fate peep how deep my jones be You know how these hoes be, gotta keep the spectrum Never planned to run for mayor but you see we got elected They just send me on the record You ain’t gotta fantasize Yearning for your love God bless the candy apple thighs Hit your climax and rise fuck around and drown Judging by your size how you fuck around with clowns You should fuck around with now Can’t control the feelin’ when you rollin’ shotgun by my side three wheelin’ Gettin’ high we peelin’ For the night we chillin’ Moet or that cognac baby how ya feelin’ Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you Wait ‘til I get home to you Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you That’s because I vibe with ya baby Ooh yeah Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby Ooh yeah
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