For The Summer song by Fabolous from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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For The Summer Meaning
| [[Intro] Datpiff.com world premiere [Verse 1] Yo, I just got the new thing for the summer Now I need me a boo thing for the summer We can kick it like Liu Kang for the summer, you can’t tie me up though Shit, I don’t even tie shoe strings for the summer I just let ’em hang (yeah) like a new chain for the summer Speakin’ of I doubled the Cubans for the summer Black girlfriend like “Really, two chains for the summer?” (Really?) But I done blew change on a few things that was dumber (Really?) That’s why it’s cash rules like it’s Wu-Tang for the summer With that said I might cop two things for the summer (Oh) They both gon’ be blacker than Luol Deng for the summer (Oh) And then I’m nicknamin’ ’em Hussein and Osama That’s a Saudi and an Afghan, new slang for the summer (Whoa) That’s the Audi and the Aston’s new names for the summer (Whoa) Cup in my hand, it’s D’USSÉ for the summer E’ry night a dark night, I’m Bruce Wayne for the summer – Lord! [Chorus] Summertime shootouts, the wild west (Uh) Brand new kicks and white tees, my style fresh (Uh) Talkin’ fly to every shawty walkin’ by, she could get it (She could get it!) For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it (Yeah) Summertime shootouts, the wild west Give it up, like a gun pressed to your sundress Uh, runnin’ game like the summer tournaments Smoke somethin’, sip somethin’ with a player on the bench – Lord! , [Verse 2] It’s all or nothin’ for the summer Just coppin’, we ain’t cuffin’ for the summer Playlist poppin’, let it shuffle for the summer Me and this fly chick with a duffle for the summer (Lord) Ass like a carry-on, marijuana marathon On them nice Saturday’s people be gettin’ married on But we just tryna catch the party, flip it like a spatula shawty Got bands, matchin’ Carti’s, strippers like the bachelor parties (Ah) I’ma butt smacker when I’m off the nutcracker (Ah) Barry Sanders on hoes, hell of a cut backer Slut back up, too much act up Ain’t no cash behind you, I got too much backup I mean paper keep comin’, can’t do nuttin’ but stack it Swag too crazy, can’t do nuttin’ but jack it My studio’s a padded room, I’m flowin’ like I had a shroom Should’ve dropped this for summer like the son I had in June, Lord! [Chorus] Summertime shootouts, the wild west (Uh) Brand new kicks and white tees, my style fresh (Uh) Talkin’ fly to every shawty walkin’ by, she could get it (She could get it!) For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it (Yeah) Summertime shootouts, the wild west Give it up, like a gun pressed to your sundress Uh, runnin’ game like the summer tournaments Smoke somethin’, sip somethin’ with a player on the bench – Lord! , [Beat Switch] Lord Lord Lord [Verse 3] Ayo, L.A. for the winter, New York City for the summer Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number No time for hopin’ you call I mean girl you so dope I might go through withdrawal Fall in love for the summer then elope in the fall You ain’t even gotta pack soon as they open the mall She can hit it, she could get it, she could get it, yeah It’s too early for the title but feel like we committed It’s the B-K Nets games at the Barclays Bustin’ off in the bed, soundin’ like eight-K’s Brrrat, brrrat Brrrat, all up in it like ‘where it at?’ Never had a real one in your life, took care of that When you fuckin’ with the gold chains on you hear that Bling, bling, every time I hit it from the back Bling, bling, fuck around and go another round Ding, ding, yeah, that money got me on my Mayweather Going for the winter at least until that May weather It’s too cold back home, I had to stay weather Never did this before, don’t ever say never , [Outro/Skit: Fabolous & Female] Fab: Hey so um, what you doin’ for the win’er? Female: What you wan’ do? Fab: I don’t know what you doin’, You know I wanna take you to L.A. for the win’er Female: I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, taking me to L.A Fab: You know what I’m talkin’ about. I’mma take you to L.A Female:I don’t know you. Where I know you from? Fab: Look you ain’ never had somebody that wanted you to be with them… Female: No, I don’t know you Fab: Are you sure that you was good? Female: No. This guy’s crazy Fab: See I know what it is,you ain’ never had a real one Female: (inaudible mumbling) Fab: I ain’t never had a real one til you] |
