[Intro]
(I said that was gonna be good with Jarvis)
[Chorus: Tracksmith]
She say she the one now
Then got away from me
Now the times it ain't our home, baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm comin'
Come over, you comin'
Girl, come put that ass with me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat (Heat)
[Verse 1: Tracksmith]
She claim to be a freak, so tired of the streets
She needs some rubbin' on them feet and some sex on the beach
And baby, I ain't like them other niggas 'cause I damn sure ain't cheap
She keep tellin' me I'm the only one that her mama need to meet
So check me, baby
You could be my hot girl this summer when we in them sheets
Have you beggin' and screamin', oh baby, please
Love how you ridin' and grindin' on top of me
On top of me
Where you wanna be? Ayy
I'm a jet, I can take you where you wanna be
Baby, you can leave them bands, we shoppin' when we overseas
Drip too icy for the summer, keep you meltin' over me
This drip got you in heat
[Chorus: Tracksmith]
She say she the one now
Then got away from me
Now the times it ain't our home, baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm comin'
Come over, you comin'
Girl, come put that ass with me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat (Heat)
[Verse 2: Desiigner]
And she know rise and go, huh
Grippin' on her thighs on the coast, huh
Lookin' in her eyes inside the ride
I'm tryna get inside her throat, huh
You become [?] in the bed
I be feelin' like you the coach, huh
Hit it from the back, backstroke, huh
Hit it from the front, long stroke, huh
Put it down your throat, don't choke, huh
She ain't playin' games, no joke, huh
She wanna dance, lil' mama got the sauce
[?] become the huncho, huh
We be countin' blues, uno, dos, seis, ocho, cinco
We be flyin' out to Costa Rica
[?] pink flamingo
Remember days used to rob [?]
Just to get that bread and eat more
I was out there in the street though
Had to take the shot and free throw
You said that you the one now
Baby girl, it's nice to meet ya
Seen your [?] while in your [?]
Then be gone, like hasta la vista
[Chorus: Tracksmith]
She say she the one now
Then got away from me
Now the times it ain't our home, baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm comin'
Come over, you comin'
Girl, come put that ass with me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat (Heat)
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