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jack rootes - summer callin’ lyrics

[verse 1]

got some silver on my finger
ice cold, but the heat still lingers
beach boy, poppin’ bottles; it’s a holiday
’till i can’t stand up right in my jolly haze
i’m flossin’ like dental hygiene
f+ck a bad chick, that’s most likely
got the rhymes that rumble like thunder, man
drop some bars, get a hundred bands

now it’s time to party harder
sod the soft drinks man, get some lagar
got some bad b+tches ’round me in this party
guzzlin’ down endless bottles of bacardy
anything just to get this club jumpin’
all the girls ’round me, lookin’ kate upton
and i mean all girls, don’t underestimate
white chicks, black chicks, man i don’t discriminate

[hook]

you know that summer callin’
me and all my bros be ballin’
got that nike tick, no jordan
i’ll be whippin’ in that german foreign
(x2)
[verse 2]

feelin’ like a phenomenon
i come for the top, i don’t even have a condom on
are all these girls fast learners? yes indeed
they all get my d, ’cause they all succeed [suck seed]
f+ck one b+tch, book another for a later date
make the p+ssy squirt, call it splatter paint
i take on many rap styles, call it expansionism
you just take shots, no alcoholism!

so pass your girl onto me like a relay race
i want her whole body, not just brain or face!
imma dive in the deep end of the punani
i’ll only resurface when i cause a tsunami!
you gotta let your bodyrock like moby
if there’s a hotter summer out there, show me!
‘cause i wanna keep this party strong
livin’ la vida loca like a ricky martin song!

[hook]

[verse 3]

all this paper, man i got a vast amount
i’m a savage, not thinking ‘bout my bank account
sweet on a beat when i pop, no lolly!
i drop bombs on beats, i pop no molly!
making moves like it’s flamenco
got myself some kicks, no tae kwon do!
no time to be lonely like akon
rockin’ in the summertime with my best chain on!
pop the champagne man, it’s a celebration!
see me in the stars like i’m a constellation!
at the end of the day, i swear i shall be
making pounds & dollars, shout out aka & albi
makin’ sure that the track is bumpin’
anything just to get the dance floor jumpin’
so guarantee you’ll be up on your feet
when i spit my flows on this kaysep beat!

[hook]

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