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Casey Veggies

Summer, I Suppose

 

Summer, I Suppose


[Intro:]
It's a little story about my summertime
Summertime

[Hook:]
I was riding slow, sitting low
Flipping grain, doing my thing
Baby girl ride it like she's supposed to
Said baby girl ride it like she's supposed to
Give me a couple weeks and I'll be back again
With my homies too, you should bring your friends
Oh man, oh boy you understand?
All these clothes, diamond ring
Dirty girl ride me like she's supposed to
I said baby girl ride me like she's supposed to

[Verse 1:]
Your dime up to your mind?
Cause you can't sing
In the membrane when you go computing
If I can take you home, can I be your sensei?
Shorty got me wanting to put a ring on it, Beyonce
We bumping that dream, she fancy
I'm calling on you like Nappy
I'm the type to take her clothes off in the Jacuzzi
There's enough for us and enough for y'all
And at weekend make a movie
Throwing out these groupies and my real girl tryna do me
Rolling by on my grind all the time
Looking at them California street signs

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Everything wavy, we at the beach
I might touch her ass cause it's in my reach
In a few weeks, picking and coping a new lease
Rock the whole summer acting like I's just the new me
But I'm truly the second since they knew me
Pulled up on my own street and passed up the police
She a bad chick with a Visa card
And she spot that shit for me, man she be blowing hard
I love the summetime cause in the summertime
I'll be spending money, spending time, everything fine

[Hook]

Summertime, I suppose
Through the hood at the liquor stores
Just got home, I was on retreat
Back of the streets
Back in the lot, get back on these beats

[Hook]

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