There?s something about the Georgia summer afternoons When the sun goes down and the air gets cool And it's home to me, oh, it's home to me And I've
if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line I'm back for mine some more black flyin' The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na
if its red i will fall and hit me on the bat line im back for mine some all black fine tryna flock with me you no i got a knack for crime [chrous
DJ Khaled, we the best season has returned (Cause I'm out here grindin') I do this for the streets, the runners (Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't
I did her, same sh-t, get no different Aint no fun if the homies can't hit it Bitches, ice cold heart make you shiver I got the flow, make summer turn
is in sight Nah its open cuz when I die I can sleep for the rest of my life Ah I'm right, never wrong, I'm nice, I'm cool and tight Straight tryin to
Something cool went down As I was walking with a friend of mine And I still remember How she was smelling like the summer time And ooh, how it changed
She'll be sneaking 'round everytime you blink Now I don't know if she got my number But she's been calling all through the summer Saying she really
fire you But girl we're through Finished, this is the end you're terminated, oh I'm looking for a new love (Oh, said I'm searching, searching for) I'm looking for
this nigga Old dickless nigga Man im runnin' with the blucka Young Money muthafucka You think we won't do our thang.. Well ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for
Sean Paul, Lil' John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy and we oh It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes) It's A-Town (East side for
Just cool I brought the whole hood with me We had a Gabriel right before MTV So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap We got David and Jacob for
I dream for, one I pull the cream for I take a shot of the hottie that I feen for So make a pose for me, take off your clothes for me ?Cause you and
Jones Beach, 1988, come on! Do you remember or should I rewind? To that summer when you caught my eye I played it cool, the weather was hot You had the
The summer breeze made ripples on the pond It rattled through the reeds, and the willow trees beyond Daddy in his good hat and mama in her Sunday dress
others like me to boast Please, my whole life is alphabets and numbers I take a G4 Land to that H2 Hummer Leave a 745 in L.A. for the summer I got the
And go and by a juice or somethin' A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin' loose for nothin' Money earnin' rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin' So I'm servin
Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin' down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin' in the breeze