Top Songs By kilwaine
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandt McIlwaine
Songwriter
Patrick Thomas
Songwriter
Matthew Wagner
Songwriter
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
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