Summertime Thing

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] Tank tops, short shorts and sundresses Walking down the block like word rapper want test this Back up on the guest list, stack up all the checks thick Mack up on the next chick and catch up on some rest quick Blunts all June, cheeba in July All my boys turned to dealers cause it's cheaper to supply For most of August I'm close to raucous Ignorant rapper, I'm supposed to talk shit Ma, I think we're supposed to lock lips Might be destiny, where you get the best of me Sex for free, baby I would like to see Section B. Who's the best? You should mention me Ready to fuck, why I act that way She whispered in my ear that she want to take the back way So instead of make her unsuck the dick up I'll lick the clit up and see her come out my mouth like a hiccup [Hook] Summer, summertime, summertime fling Summer, summertime, let's do our summertime thing (repeated) [Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi] Panties on my tongue remind me chicken and broccoli Hot summer day you got me thinking you jacking me Show up at the crib, you start licking me sloppily Before I'm brushing my teeth you're already touching your feet Stretching out your calves, doing some jumping jacks Pumpkin, it's best when you humping me back Rough like you like it, fuck like you like dick Don't give a fuck, make her buck like I'm quite rich Mathematical, ask the golden ratio That's fellatio, she say she so sensational It's like you don't love yourself when you deep throat Permission to land, pussy looking like Heathrow I'm a freak though, hottie, you a freak too? Someone to sleep with and somebody to speak to Someone to go to the movies with Ma, peek at your boobies quick [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Baby Gandhi] Big Baby, Ma, I'm back on the block Who want to act like I'm not, you can gag on the cock You could suck on the balls, you could lick on the tip You could sniff on that shit, get a whiff of this dick, ah? Everything you like, Ma, you put up your nose I put sperm up your nostril and I fuck up your clothes Gandhi leave traces like he want to get caught You won't see the marijuana he bought. It ain't a thing Brown kid from Flushing, profound on percussion Pound that I'm puffing make me sound like I'm fronting Yeah, so let's have that discussion The style is revolting, the swag is disgusting Body bags is too much, kid It's too much , kid Why it always real in the hood? I beg for it, but still I'm a thug Mami [Hook] [Outro: Big Baby Gandhi] So, uh, yeah, what you think? Summertime fling, we do our summertime thing You know, I even made a song about it Nah, for real Yo, we could even, we could go on a date, you know Go to the park, you know, we could smoke some bud, take a little walk, get some icees If you want we could go watch a movie, you know. Maybe, maybe you'd give me a handjob Nah, nah, I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding Yeah, we ain't got to get icees