Jim Jones

Jim Jones - Summer Wit' Miami lyrics

F/ Trey Songz

[Jim Jones: (Talking)]

You see rap music is subliminal

But the music for us is like our own diary

Something like a confession

They tell me life is a bitch

She something like the seasons just like mother nature

She come and go as she please

That's why they get their period once a month

I say that to say this

If you think that bitch

Summer is yours

She could be cheating on you

Ya heard

[Verse 1]:

Its got me feeling like opium

I'm tryin' dance with the load of them

Another bottle and it goes around

I'm leaving drunk bout 4 A.M.

And watch me jump up in a Goldies Benz

Top down with the pokey rims

And now I'm swerving so you know I'm bent

I lost count who knows what I spent

I recall nine cleavages

Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers

With one hand in the sky and the other hand was on her thigh

I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side

Now the g is on lead while we speed to the Rolex

And three or four g's is what we sneeze at the Rolex

Glancin' my [??] it's about 6 A.M.

You think the night is over but it just begin

They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2

So you can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do

Now that's ecstasy weed that had girl too

Scoop the bitch that had the keys to something fast or blue

Now I'm speeding to the telly got the Porsche behind

Trying to get up in her belly the only thought on my mind

Like damn; not trying to be pushy or nothing

But since the strip joint girl I should have been fucking

Spending the summers wit the top drop low

Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes

Smokin' on the top notch dro (dro dro)

That's the Summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air livin' without a care

Shorty beside me wind blowin through her hair

Oh oh oh that's the Summer wit Miami

[Verse 2]:

I can't keep it low anymore

I be with my girl winter when it starts to snow and get bored

When you love three women it's hard keeping up with lies

See spring's my first love I started creeping with July

Use to say I had some shows

Catching planes to M-I

Then I started tricking dough and bought a Range for July

Mama said I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie

First seen her when I told Nas I'd slap off his scoofie

We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met

Summer jam 02' I hit the stage with my set

Now her man he was from Brooklyn she still slipped me the number

She said he's on vacation she get with me this summer

Now I been flirting with her for bout the past two years

So now she hates seeing me in winter ain't goin' last through the years

Now I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure

And when June comes I'll be gone til September

Now would you hate me for that

I know your heart's cold could you wait til I'm back

I'm just a sucker for love

But a nigga'll hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug

[Chorus: (2x)]

Spending the summers wit the top drop low

Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes

Smokin' on the top notch dro (dro dro)

That's the Summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air livin' without a care

Shorty beside me wind blowin' through her hair

Oh oh oh that's the Summer wit Miami

(end)

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