• Title:Summertime Shootout
  • Artist:AJ Tracey;T-Pain
  • Album:Flu Game
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    作词 : AJ Tracey/T-Pain
    作曲 : AJ Tracey/Nyge/AOD/T-Pain
    If you wanna slide
    I gotta Rolls Royce sitting outside
    That's all the time
    Tryna provide
    Twenty fours, baby, I'm on the grind
    And I can't let no dumb temptations
    Or imitations bring me down
    I won't let no confrontations
    Complications, ruin it now
    So do you
    Just do you
    If you won't hold me down when I need you
    Do you
    Take me in, take me in
    The lessons by yours truly are about to begin
    God handed me a L, I took it right on the chin
    Hit the canvas, got back up and now I'm hyped tryna swing
    If you love me like you say you do then lemme see
    I got two cups, I beg you come and drink this Hennessy
    'Cause I been going through it lately, I need energy
    Been stuck deep underwater like a sea anemone
    Since I got back up, got my platinum plaque up
    I been dunkin' on these pussies, got my Shaq attack up
    I been out there on my lonely, just a shank for back up
    So you can't ever talk 'bout static, we'll just have a man up
    Check this chocolate Rollie, baby, this a factory set
    I could still whip up a dinner if I had to re-set
    I praise the Lord for all he's done, he ain't abandoned me yet
    I'm in the stu, not on the blocka with my hand on a tek
    Check me out, check me out
    Through all these complications I could never be in doubt
    Man, I'll figure out, bro, I'm tripling down
    How can I complain? It's hot outside, there's women in town
    Either swim or you drown
    Need a mash? Brodies bringing it 'round
    It's G, Trace with the limited sound
    I was searching for an answer, baby, look what I found
    Nowadays I'm the big dog, I'm visiting pounds
    And on my niggas I can't stress it enough
    With less than a millie to your name, homie, you ain't pressuring us
    We turn opponents into nothing but dust
    I make this money off them losers, put it right into trusts
    And In West, we ball like Damien Duff
    I'm with a model, thin and pretty like Italian crust
    Tell them piggies, "Free my niggas from cuffs"
    Let 'em out, it's a must
    Until they're home finna kick up a fuss
    Ooh, you know I need you
    I made it in the streets, I gotta feed you too
    I been tryna lock my heart, you got the key, boo
    Whatever you say I be like, "Me too"
    Me too, I need more
    But I'm useless, what you need me for?
    You went and left on me, had a detour
    Just hold me down when I need you
    Just do you (Do you)