Summer, I Suppose Lyrics
It’s a little story about my summertime
Summertime
I was ridin’ slow, sittin’ low
Flippin’ grain, doin’ 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
Your dime up to your mind?
Cuz 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 bumpin’ that dream, she fancy
I’m callin’ 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
Throwin’ out these groupies and my real girl tryna do me
Rolling by on my grind all the time
Looking at them California street signs
Ridin’ slow, sittin’ low
Flippin’ grain, doin’ 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
Everything ready, we at the beach
I might touch her ass cuz it’s in my reach
In a few weeks, picking and coping a new lease
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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 blowin’ hard
I love the summetime cuz in the summertime
I’ll be spending money, spending time, everything fine
I was ridin’ slow, sittin’ low
Flippin’ grain, doin’ 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
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
I was ridin’ slow, sittin’ low
Flippin’ grain, doin’ 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
