Asher Roth Ft Quan Summertime Lyrics
[Hook]Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?
[Verse 1 - Asher Roth]
Summer sand, sun and tanned
Feeling like a 100 grand
Underpants up in France
Like I’m from another land
I’m a man, I got needs
Like I need you on your knees
Hummer me underneath
Don’t forget the NUTees
Hit the weed, wait a week again
What you see me in starting with
B and M. Tell me what’s the BPM?
89, yeah that’s fine, feeling like
It’s Summertime. Sipping something
Potent, hope it’s love potion number 9
Damn you fine, from behind, what’s your sign?
What’s your size? Up your bra, oh my God
Knock it off, knockers all natural
Actual, but he won’t, Asher will
I’ll be down for anything but only if the
Ass is still..
Water in my glass of milk
Abusing this mouthwash – woosh, woosh
Kush, kush – don’t you wish
This was your life? This is your night
When it comes to Summertime
Don’t you know the world is mine?
[Hook]
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[Verse 2 - Asher Roth]
Rolling down the street, need to celebrate the weekend
Picking up my best friends, tell em bring the weed and
90 degrees, even got a slight breeze
And, I don’t need to tell you that this be my favorite season
Hanging on the beach, but I’m sitting under trees and
Got a little vodka mixed in my iced tea, and
Don’t you know I’m light-skinned? Gotta use the right shit
SPF 45th, chilling in my whiteness
Rolling up sticky buds, sticking all to my thumbs
Only smoking on a joint
No, I can’t be smoking blunts
Not for fun, just invite the hot ones
Bring em to the hot tub, suddenly their tops off
Now my rock hard living like a rock star
Push it to the limit but stay out the back of cop cars
Can’t be locked up by law enforcement
All I do is lean back, breathe, and enjoy this..
[Hook]
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?
[Verse 3]
Catch me in that ’83 heavy Chevy
Do this for the pipin’
Candy with a clear coat, girls to my liking
36-24-36 sizes, Coke bottle models
Filled with surprises, eyes is
Wide and girlfriends giggling
Eenie-meenie-minie, trying to find me
What I’m swimming in
In the sundress, gotta undress
Who got a body and brains, game’s
The dumbest. Trees be the bombest
Loving the calmness
Living life too right to get the wrong shit
And I’m on this, you tell my money
They blow dros, spit flows, lay low where it’s sunny
Can’t complain about a thang mane
When I’m chilling with some of the finest thangs on the continent
So I’m content with having a good time
In my zone, on Patron with a splash of lime
[Hook]
Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?
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