TyShawn Dion - Gone for the Summer Lyrics

I just got me a boo thang for the Summertime
It's only fitting I call this Gone For the Summer like
That's so Fabo
Not really one for the cuffing type
But I know 20 sumn positions, oops
I meant reasons I had to make you mine
Like how you make me wanna
Put buns all in your oven, should we
Fall short, I'll Usain Bolt to your loving
I know
You heard about me, was a doggy in my day
Just need
Got her sprung off a cup of the pink rosé now she wine for me
All her friends tell her don't, but her eyes on me
Don't take a word from these hoes
Nada
They gon exposed, she only bad in a faja
Had her in the drop 6, legs like chopsticcs
She agile
Keep the bag as close to my hip as a damn satchel
Ou, high fashion
I rocc designer kiccs now, and she be throwing fits on some Met Gala shit now
Sunny in Philly I think it's funny how
Niggas in my city was hating but now they love me
Chile please
We ain't cuzzies you dummy dummies should take a bow
Since acting like we homies in style now that I made it out
That's oh so factual
No capri
They been praying on my downfall
Yes indeed
Still they praying for a nigga
That's, so Gawdly
Heard the devils wearing Prada what the hell that make me alright
I'm feeling so relaxed now
I finally got this big ass weight off my chest
The elephant in the room is finally outta here, ya dig
Gone for the Summer: the playlist is done
It's not a project, I know it sound like a project but it's a playlist so
We really been working over on this side, I need to relax a little and
I
Am
Gone
Tell everybody I'm gone gone for the Summertime
And when it's finished y'all gotta know that the summers mine
Winners circles I'm lapping niggas til winter time
And when it's over I'll probably be at the finish line
Waiting for em