Summer Flings Lyrics

Summer Flings lyrics

[John Cena]

Yeah we doin things now man

It's just another day in the life y'know

Always tryin to do some big bid'ness

Sometimes when we havin fun

Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin

Then, somethin come out of nothin



It was just another typical day in the summer

Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother

We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man

Three wheel motion killin fools like a hit man

We on some chill shit, vibin out

But we still in the mix, fuck hidin out

On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her

I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys with her

She came through the crowd and walked over to me

Catchin me off guard, she actin like she knew me

Her name was Shannon, she was canon

She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her

This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome

Said she wanna get down, but I ain't takin her home

That's when she said she live right down the street

She love white chocolate, well I got somethin sweet



[Chorus 2X: female singer]

Saw you walkin down the street and I

heard you say you had somethin sweet for me

Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet



[Tha Trademarc]

We run game, fill in the blanks with your hon's name

I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change

Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid

I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade

Whatever you need, whatever you want

With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt

There's just something about a summer fling

Got you wondering where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing

I'll be out girl, quicker than tans

If you want somethin securr, stick wit'cha man

I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for sex

I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex

Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next

Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet

I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot

Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot



[Chorus]



[John Cena]

Yo... with these sweet flows, the streets knows

whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb like deep throws

My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe

I got class like a Ric Flair robe



[Tha Trademarc]

Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone

D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe

You know me with a extra set of hands

a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely



[John Cena]

If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine

I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin mine

I ain't about a wife even if she won this right

I'll fuck for seven days but stand for one night



[Tha Trademarc]

Man we decked out John, the strict gutter

I'll have a girl repeatin my name in sex like the bitch stutter

I got moves lookin butter with a tight fade

Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray



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