Marilia Adamaki

Marilia Adamaki - Summer's Too Hot lyrics

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[Intro]

Doing the yin and the yang, the hip and the hop

The stupid fresh thing, the flippity-flop

I have today's forecast for you... Hot
[Hook x6]

Man, the summer too hot you can feel it in the streets
[Verse 1]

Summer time chrome nine gotta watch my back

Weathers warm liquor in him, dont know how to act

Kush burnin', bottles poppin' homie thats a fact

Top down, we dont know you homie gettin' jacked

Crime rate going up police cant take it

Weaves sweatin' out these bitches out here gettin naked

Parking lot turned to clubs until somebody barks

Now they bustin slugs, that's what weather does

Ha! and they rat'n on whoever

(3rd floor right now you'll him there together)

Its hotter in a cell, CEO's know him well

Zimmerman, time will tell its hotter down in Hell
[Hook x6]
[Verse 2]

You aint gotta do much they gon' feel it if its real

You can feel it in the street, they can feel it in the jails

Need that gas mask on, when you put it on the scale

Latex gloves so it dont get under your nails

Got the top off, know you got the doors off too

Let your titties out baby take your drawers off too

Background check, I'mma boss on through

Anything you prolly heard about the God is all true

I got one or two spots this summer's too hot

you need to be sittin' around worry 'bout you got

Rather be on a upper deck of a new yacht

Getting blacker than I already am

Don't gotta try to be that nigga cause I'm already him

Wipe smirk off, you got the fan in the window drying your work off

Somethings gon' happen you can feel it in the heat

Summer too hot you can feel it in the street
[Hook x6]
[Verse 3]

Summer's too hot, you can feel it in the street

Wearin' high top Nike's socks knew I was elite

Almost had twins I could feel it in the skeet

Playin' the Isle Brothers in between the sheets

On the paper chase, been up about a week

When it come to getting money nigga I dont even sleep

All I need it two sheets nigga I dont need a leaf

Through a pound on the table, tell all my niggas to chief

L-O-X- shit is the best shit

Money by the entrance, money by the exit

And I'm always on that next shit

Uninvited nigga on the V.I.P. guest list
[Hook] 


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