Lyrics: Summer Wit' Miami

[Jim Jones Talkin]
They say rap music is subliminal
But tha music for us is like our own diary
Som'thing like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch and it change like tha seasons
Just like mother nature
She come and go as she please
That's why they get they period once a month
I say that to say this, if you think that bitch summer is yours
She probably cheatin' on you, ya Heard?

[Jim Jones]
Got me feelin' like opium
I'm tryin' dance with the low of them
Open a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 A.M.
And watch me jump in a goldish Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
And now I'm swerving so you know I'm bent
I lost count so who knows what I spent, I recall nine fingers
Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers
With one hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh
I was grinding to the beat with tha hammer on my side
Now the G's only as we speed to the Rolex
And three or four G's is what we skeeze on the Rolex
Glancein' out ya car, it's about 6 A.M.
You think the night is over but it just begin
They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2
You can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do
That's ecstasy weed that had girl's too
Scoop the bytch that had tha key's to something fast on blue
Now I'm speeding to the telly got the Porsche behind
Trying to get up in her belly the only thought on my mind
Like damn...
Not trying to be pushy or nothing
But since the strip joint girl I should have been fucking

[Trey Songz]
[I should've lil'mami], ohh, listen
Spendin' my summer
Wit tha drop top low
Throwin' my hundreds at tha top knotch ho's
Smokin' on tha top notch dro
Dro,...Dro,...Dro, that's a summer wit' Miami
Bottle in tha air, pimpin without a care
Shorty beside me, blowin' through tha air
Oh oh, ya'll know, that's a summer wit' Miami

[Verse 2]
I can't keep it low anymore
I be with my girl Winter when it starts to
snow or get board
And when you love three women it's hard keepin' up with the lies
You see spring my first love I started creeping with July
Used to say I had some shows, catch a plane to M-I
Then I started tricking dough and bought a Range for July
Mami say I'm love sick over this hot azz Coochie
First seen her when I told Nas I slapped her with his scoofy
We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met
Summer jam o-2 I hit the stage with my set
But Miami was from Brooklyn
She still slid me the number
She said she's on vacation so get with me this summer
Now I been flirting with her for bout' tha past two years
So now she hates seeing me in the winter
Ain't gonna last through the year
Now I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
And when June comes I'll be gone til September
Now would you hate me for that
I know your heart's cold could you wait til I'm back ...shiiit
I'm just a sucker for love
But a niggah'a hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug

[Trey Songs]
Spendin' my summers
Wit tha drop top low [my top's dropped low]
Throwin' my hundreds wit tha top notch ho's
[Throwin' my hundreds]
Smokin' on tha top notch dro [C'mon, c'mon, c'mon]
That's a summer wit' Miami
Bottle in tha air pimpin without a care
Shorty beside me blowin' threw tha air [we blowin through her air]
That's a summer wit' Miami...[2x]