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theorymc - hot august nights pt. 1 lyrics

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[intro]
let me see ya work, work, work
let me see ya work, work, work
let me see ya, work
let me see ya, work
let me see ya work, work, work
let me see ya
let me see ya

[verse]
she came up in the club like who dat
body banging, shaking that thang like ooh d+mn
make a n+gga wanna testify, she the truth
didn’t catch her in her ride, doing lines to deal with dudes
my mans up in the club, got the ladies undressing him
bottle after bottle, n+ggas jealous, he ain’t stressing’em
but he got a shorty all alone at his home with their kid
and the pressure get to him, he don’t know how blessed he is
ol’ girl hit the bathroom to fix her hair
add a touch of mascara, she a hypnotist
hoping she can bag something that will twist her hips
forget her momma told her study, focus, discipline
homie chillin in the vip blowing off steam
feeling like the man, smoking on that green, shoulder lean
on the scene every night, this situation don’t vibe
he don’t trip, put it in the air, take another sip
shorty met up with her girls now it’s time to get turnt
get it jumping, and she bumping, steady trying to hide the hurt
but she hit the dance floor, drop it down, see her work
n+ggas pushing all up on it, so she give a little show
homeboy text his girl, she don’t answer
this the time she normally tuck lil man’s in
send her roses emojis, hoping for response
put his phone in his pocket, this when the beat drops
everybody to the floor, this the part when we get loose
shorty dipping, hips swinging, now she gone up off the goose
heart racing, body sweating, gone move something
this a different type of rhythm for your new summer
gone let the groove get into your soul huh
i’ll paint the picture, you listen, all in the moment huh
the dj gone spin it until the morning dawns
fellas put your hands up, girl is your heels on
sweat your perm out, becky looking like a hot mess
ol’ boy tossing cash, home girl shaking ass
just forget about your stress, yo we vibing now
we ain’t turning down, nah, we gone turn sh+t out
now back to our lady friend, she looking kind of different
dancing off beat, all the girls say she tripping
one trying to fan her, another said to sip this
she tumbled to the floor, shaking and she twitching
the dj stopped and everybody’s confused
security coming like give us room, give us room
homie came down from the vip section
wondering what’s happening, this he couldn’t imagine
he looking at his shorty on the floor, sh+t is crazy
yelling out her name, saying, who’s at home with our baby
feeling shame, people watching, but they praying despite
this was just another case of a hot august night
(radio static)
you are listening to f.u.m.h radio
(f+cking up my high)



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