Afterglow

[Intro] Why can I hear nothing in my headphones? I like that shit, yeah [Hook] Got my body right 'cause that weather gettin' hot There's a thousand woman out of here, don't blow up the spot It's summer in my city, now somebody gettin' shot (Wait, what?) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) Still Jamaica sippin', chili powder on my mangos (Yeah) Smokin' big boosa, bitch, count up my bank roll (Count it up) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) [Verse 1] DJ played that classic Dono Ma, baby, come throw that ass Geeked up off some dirty white, I ain't talkin' trailer trash Last time you felt somethin' like this, fresh prince was with that Jazzy Jeff Another summer, black out drunk, okay, baby, we closed the Devil Why you kill my vibe? (Vibe) Tequila's squirtin' lime (Lime) I might let you lick the rip, place your bets, I'm gone' lick Show some skin, you got more flavors than the [?] On this Cleopatra Jones, you ain't never need a pharoah, arrow to the heart, your cup is overflowing with sangria (Yeah) Bikini top with baggy jeans, oh, you think you a Leo or Selena Need a sky a Trina, Ivy Queen, Adidas, bro Seen you at the Lock and Key with all your friends, I need 'em all [Pre-Hook] Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to play This ain't cuffin' season, this that get some money in L.A Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to flex This ain't cuffin' season, this that fuck somebody in they necks [Hook] Got my body right 'cause that weather gettin' hot There's a thousand woman out of here, don't blow up the spot It's summer in my city, now somebody gettin' shot (Wait, what?) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) Still Jamaica sippin', chili powder on my mangos (Yeah) Smokin' big boosa, bitch, count up my bank roll (Count it up) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) [Verse 2] Fresh fruit, diced up Soft skin, mental health Triple-digit heat, lookin' fly, but we live in hell (Hell) You off mojitos and mimosas toasted at the brunch (Yeah) I'm at the after-hours smokin' blunts, they filled with lust Dawn to dusk and back again, tattoo on her abdomen Ignoring half the men approaching 'til she wanna cash them in Now, what's the point of Sunday parties sippin' fruit today? We bounce to different countries when that weather start to change Name a better price, I could name about fifty I would point 'em out to you but you'd never be there with me You got one girl, well, I had about fifty 'Til the vatos with the burners and the function started trippin' [Pre-Hook] Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to play This ain't cuffin' season, this that get some money in L.A Hola, olie, don't you know, we not the one to flex This ain't cuffin' season, this that fuck somebody in they necks [Hook] Got my body right 'cause that weather gettin' hot There's a thousand woman out of here, don't blow up the spot It's summer in my city, now somebody gettin' shot (Wait, what?) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) Still Jamaica sippin', chili powder on my mangos (Yeah) Smokin' big boosa, bitch, count up my bank roll (Count it up) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some) Where you from? (Where you from?) Get you some (Get you some)