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Rayana Jay

Made For

 

Made For


Ayy, what's the word, baby girl?
I'm finna bounce from the studio, it's been a long day
I said I'm tryna slide on ya
I miss you, mama
Yeah, I wanna do that lil' thang with my tongue that you like
But, ayy, next time I call
Answer the goddamn phone
Quit fucking playing with me

This could be dangerous
I met the right one at the wrong time
I'm not complaining
Ain't had a good one in a long time
Who falls in love in the summer?
It's eighty degrees, you wanna lay in the sheets
Who wants the fall in the summer?
But you make it a breeze, you make it look so easy
Heatstrokes and long nights
We both might fall right in love, oh, yeah
Keep going all night
We know it's alright, I love ya, babe
I don't regret it
It's hot, but try not to sweat it
If you're cool, I'm cool
Doing what we do before the summer's through

We can, why not?
Too good, too hot
I want what you got
But who woulda thought that
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Summer was made for me and you?

We supposed to be fucking, touching you, sucking, we loving
So much fun we fucked up and I cum in it on some summer shit
Never been a wanna-be, got it, baby, I'm all-in
Never breaking, legs are shaking, pussy in that coffin
Blame it on the nighttime, or the white wine or the fact I'm
That nigga, shorty asked me what I want to eat
I tell her, can you pick it for me? Serve her on a plate, but that's a different story
Treat you like a queen, my knee is bent before you
I'ma SoCal nigga, you a up-top bitch
You from Richmond, baby, listen, you as real as it gets
I'm from the block, but trust, no other gentleman is
And if you need it, I'ma be it on a relationship tip
No pressure for the title 'cause I know you down
We can bend the corner, I can show you 'round
Got my shit together, yeah, I know my sound
Thinking of what happens when the sun goes down

We can, why not?
Too good, too hot
I want what you got
But who woulda thought that
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Summer was made for me and you?

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