Jim Jones - Summer with miami lyrics

They say rap music is subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me life is a b**h She's 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 b**h Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you Ya heard? Uh, just got me feeling like opium I'm tryna dance with the loaded M Open up a bottle and it goes around I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m And watch me jump in the golden Benz Top down with the pokey rims Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm bent I lost count, who knows what I spent I recall nine cleavage b**hes stepping on my nice sneakers One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side Now G's only as we speed to the Rolex And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex Play some out your part, it's about 6 a.m You think the night is over but it just began They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2 You can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do And that's ecstasy, weed that had girl too Scoop the b**h that had key's to some fast old blue Now, I'm speeding to the telly, I got the Porsche behind Trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind Like damn, I'm not trying to be pushy or nothing but Since the strip joint girl, I should have been f**ing I shoulda lil' mama, listen Spending my summers with the top dropped low Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes When we smoking on the top notch dro Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami I can't keep it low anymore I'll be with my girl, when it starts to snow, I get bored And when you love three women It's hard keeping up with lies See, spring's my first love, I started creeping with July Used to say I had some shows Catching planes to M I Then I started tricking dough, I brought the range for July Mama said, I'm love sick over this hot a** hoochie I seen her when I told Nas I slapped her with coffy We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met Summer jam O 2, I hit the stage with my set But her man, he was from Brooklyn She still slipped me the number She said, he's on vacation, so, get with me this summer Then I been flirting wit her for about the past two years So now, she hates seeing me in the winter Ain't gonna last through the year So now, I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure And when June come, I'll be gone till September Now, would you hate me for that? I know your heart's cold, could you wait till I'm back? I'm just a s**er for love But a n***a hold you down if you wanna f** with a thug Spending my summers with the top dropped low Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes When we smoking on the top notch dro Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami Spending my summers with the top dropped low Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes When we smoking on the top notch dro Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair