Saucy Santana - Summertime

(Tretrax, I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)

It's summertime and a bitch off work (ow)
Livin' single, lil' flirt won't hurt (yup)
Big bubble butt, bustin' out the skirt (ah)
You standin' on the wall, but, bitch, I came to twerk (yeah)

Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)
Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)

Ooh, this my jam
The way the beat knockin' got the club goin ham (yeah)
Ooh, this my tune
Bad bitches only, ugly hoes clear the room (bye)
Lace wig check, steppin' on they neck
Full set done, feelin' like the one
Mink when I blink, and my shit don't stink (ah)
Poppin' bottles over here, buy your other ho a drink
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (wah wah)
Bitch, I'm outside, I ain't fuckin' with no crybaby (wah wah)
I got the sauce, I got the juice
That coochie old, that coochie loose
Pretty in the face like Caitlyn
But a bitch running game like Bruce
Duck-ass ho stop hatin'
This not a game find a motherfuckin' goose (ow)

It's summertime and a bitch off work (ow)
Livin' single, lil' flirt won't hurt (yup)
Big bubble butt, bustin' out the skirt (ah)
You standin' on the wall, but, bitch, I came to twerk (yeah)

Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)
Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)

I don't know what you been told
But I got somethin' to tell ya (come here)
Bend it over touch your toes
Back it up, let him smell ya
Put that pussy on his nose
Ladies can I get a "hell yeah" (hell yeah)
Clean coochie matters
Don't say I ain't try to tell ya (ow)
Cotton candy, sweet as gold
Bitch, you know the rest
Vvs's blingin' crazy, dripping all down his chest
Cuban link, diamonds pink, chillin' all on my breast
If you got the bag for me, boy, come be my guest (yeah)

It's summertime and a bitch off work (ow)
Livin' single, lil' flirt won't hurt (yup)
Big bubble butt, bustin' out the skirt (ah)
You standin' on the wall, but, bitch, I came to twerk (yeah)

Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)
Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)

The sun out, I'll be goin' out, bitch serve (yeah)
Daisy Dukes in a crop top shirt (ow)
Fuck that nigga let go of that hurt
Let him flex with his friends, take his keys to the 'Vert
Ooh girl, slip and slide
Hands on ya knees, bitch, doodoo brown
You got ya coochie cutters on, bitch act a clown
You gotta skip to my lou, bitch, gon' get down
Slide, slide, broke-ass nigga move 'round (ow)
Dip baby, dip baby, show 'em you that bitch, baby
Fuck bein' a wife I'm a hoochie (sure is)
I'm self made bitch so I'm choosy (yup)
Cash out or dash out what you choosing
That's what I thought, next left go to Gucci (Gucci)

It's summertime and a bitch off work (ow)
Livin' single, lil' flirt won't hurt (yup)
Big bubble butt, bustin' out the skirt (ah)
You standin' on the wall, but, bitch, I came to twerk (yeah)

Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)
Now twerk, twerk (ooh)
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)
Twerk, twerk
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)
Now twerk, twerk
Twerk, baby twerk (ow)

Now twerk, twerk
Twerk, baby twerk
Now twerk, twerk
Twerk, baby twerk

Written by:
John Norris III, Rashad Spain

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