Listen to Lover Boy (feat. RI$HIE & $WAGS) by kilwaine

Lover Boy (feat. RI$HIE & $WAGS)

kilwaine

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

This that summertime vibe, cruisin' through the skyline With a G5 on the deck, baby girl you know you next Hit my line, I got your text, I don't need a Rolex to flex I just need your love, girl you got the type of Young love that'll grow till we old and we Know the story told will come true just like when we said I do, ooh, ooh Passin' around that blue dream Makin' me feel like I am free Sneakin' about those night themes Up in the air through jet streams I don't know where this life will go But I know one thing is true We gon' have some fun tonight We always can make it through Tell me what you wanna do I want a drop top, candy painted, loca' packed with all the toys I can take out, round downtown with the boys Hangin' out the window while we passin' the trees It's a hundred degrees, it's a hundred degrees I want a slim, thick, bubble-butted beauty that can fill the void Late at night, talkin' on the phone, call me lover boy When we both together layin' under the sheets It's a hundred degrees, it's a hundred degrees She call me lover, ain't lovin' no other Turnin' up the heat when we underneath the covers Baby is a beauty, she get it from her mother Let's dive under the sheets and see what we discover Ay, pull up in a drop top, hop out, look what I got Ride around with the homies, yeah, cruisin' to the top spot Roll up on the windows, roll up let's hotbox We keepin' the green lit, yeah, it's goin round non-stop I'm bringin' the vibes and killin' it with the flow If I say I'ma do it, then I'ma go do it that's something you should know Got my left hand on the steering wheel and my right hand on the dro Ay, bring it back to the hook, man, how it go I want a drop top, candy painted, loca' packed with all the toys I can take out, round downtown with the boys Hangin' out the window while we passin' the trees It's a hundred degrees, it's a hundred degrees I want a slim, thick, bubble-butted beauty that can fill the void Late at night, talkin' on the phone, call me lover boy When we both together layin' under the sheets It's a hundred degrees, it's a hundred degrees Stayin' faded but my mind's alright Baby playin' but we stayin' up all night We lovin the heat, she's clingin' to me Don't need no more fans, she's the only one for me We stayin' up, up, up, up, up, yeah, yeah We stayin' up, up, up, call me lover boy, yeah, yeah We tryna puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, on the Mary Jane Nights like these leave memories up in my brain We takin' our tokes, we want all of the smoke Run the whole town, don't have time for the jokes I want a drop top, candy painted, loca' packed with all the toys I can take out, round downtown with the boys Hangin' out the window while we passin' the trees It's a hundred degrees, it's a hundred degrees I want a slim, thick, bubble-butted beauty that can fill the void Late at night, talkin' on the phone, call me lover boy When we both together layin' under the sheets It's a hundred degrees, it's a hundred degrees
Writer(s): Brandt Mcilwaine, Patrick Thomas, Matthew Wagner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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