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In the Hummer for the summer
In the Hummer for the summer
I want some old-school head
Hand on the steering wheel
Make you work for it
Body ready for the summer
In my old-school whip
This some low-key shit
She built for the streets, she live on the road
Don't you gas this lady up, she got a solar sonic soul
Body one-of-one, panorama views
Hear that sound she making, it might be my favorite tune
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern?
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert (Off-road, off-road, off-road)
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern? (Off-road, off-road, off-road, I need to)
I spend my coins on you
Tune up all your features if you want me to
Yeah, I got my work cut out for me
She look like she wanna show off for me
I get top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert (Off-road, off-road, off-road)
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern? (Off-road, off-road, off-road)
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert (Yeah), never dry in the desert (Off-road, off-road, off-road)
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern? (Off-road, off-road, off-road, yeah, I need you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She playing the lottery with that kitty, don't end up the winning ticket, homie, yeah, uh
But the way that that booty pop out the side, man, I swear I could sit two midgets on it
Freak cake, set up the camera, let's make a freak tape
Coochie competition, I put that bitch in the sweepstakes
She thought our love was an album, we just a mixtape
When it's finished, I drop it like a release date
Another sad love song like Toni Braxton
You won't breathe again, uh, love's gone
I left her wheezing when I leave her, I was dead wrong
I'm in a suite, two Puerto Ricans and a Redbone
It's Gangsta Kane, the day's gon' change, but slang remains the same
I come from the dirt, so you can't throw no dirt on my name
Ho, I'm like Oran "Juice" Jones, make a bad bitch stand in the rain
You in your feelings over a nigga, just ain't feeling the same
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert (Off-road, off-road, off-road)
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern? (Off-road, off-road, off-road, I need you)
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert (Off-road, off-road, off-road)
What's the moon to a Saturn? What's the tune to a tavern? (Off-road, off-road, off-road, I need you)
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern?
Top with the top down, she go downtown
In the mood when the moon out, she can move now
When we drive in the desert, never dry in the desert
What's a moon to a Saturn? What's a tune to a tavern?
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