Oh, my God.
Yeah.
What?
I ain't falling in love this summer I'm doing my thing this summer Firing hard so you better take cover This one's rocking like no other I ain't getting wrapped up this season
Full speed when I put the keys in Lay flat while I lace this track Got bits in the back, all touching the T's And I land in a private step on an island The whole gang riding with stupid styling Girls be tight, me damn, they look fire on the table at Ocean Yeah, I'll buy them, dance all day, then we hit these seats And afters boxed and the bottles popping
Haters got a problem, Silk is about to go mad, put the mic on I ain't settling down, it's the wrong time I'm here for a good time, not a long time But I know when she blinks that hotline Phone's on flight mode, sorry babe, offline, offline
because i'm too busy winning my baby niki beats chilling what are you trying to do i already did it you're mad because i'm looking by already here that i'm a uk copper calipax shot our ram raid robber my top one's proper name another rapper who pulled out a matching but now you're the helicopter she likes to okay you got soft like next time you're free you should come stop by sorry babe i'm not that guy because i still remember when i was not your type
I ain't falling in love this summer
I'm doing my thing this summer Firing hard so you better take cover This one's rocking like no other I ain't getting rocked off this season
Full speed when I put the keys in Lay flat while I lace this track Got bits in the back All touching the teeth
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