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I can the fireworks
And all the cookies we can eat
Make you nauseous but be cautious this is not

We sneak away, fuck it, you can bring a eighth
Im not gon smoke but im just asking baby you meet
by the
Bring a towel, baby, by the lake
Bathing suit is down
We can count the stars
Summer has to end, with me

Imma it to her she want that summertime,
Imma give it no other kind, she knows im hers
And right shes mine, we both know it so when we
everythings fine.
Her ringing in her purse, damn right its me,
Im her nigga nigga, for mines in summertime Ima
that trigga nigga,
Catch us venice beachin cause she go shoppin,
Sundown at the club she like to get it poppin,
Sangria on my cause she like to get it poppin,
No ecstasy for her, but she get it poppin,
toppin in I measure her pleasure and then I drop in,
When she get out of I quantanize, she is my concubine,
I am her porky pine, I poke her face, her for taste, give
me head im in her mind, I
know her analyzation so she try to fake, summer time
in the of love, meet me by the lake.

I a couple sandwiches inside that basket
And brought some extra if anyone was asking
We take a dip, in that lake quick
And then we split, then do that's beyond what we
can imagine
Watch the sunset we can the sunset there goes a