Dear $ummer

Yeah, give me that name

Dear Summer

Just tell me what you drinking baby, damn you can't tell me your name?

I can see you was born in the island, I can tell by the curves of the frame

I can tell by the way that you look back you want me

I'm a chef, imma cook that

Put us in a room and I'll book that

Something bout pussy feel good like cooked crack

Put her in a figure four then make another figure for her

Four fingers more fore she wake up use four fingers more

The only way it get more shallow is with makeup

I ain't really trying to take up space on the dance floor