Asher Roth - Summertime Feat. Quan

Lyrics to Summertime Feat. Quan by Asher Roth

[Hook] Summertime, blue skies Feel the breeze, blowing trees And it feels good, so good Like it should, can you feel it too? [Verse 1 - Asher Roth] Summer sand, sun and tanned Feeling like a 100 grand Underpants up in France Like I’m from another land I’m a man, I got needs Like I need you on your knees Hummer me underneath Don’t forget the NUTees Hit the weed, wait a week again What you see me in starting with B and M. Tell me what’s the BPM? 89, yeah that’s fine, feeling like It’s Summertime. Sipping something Potent, hope it’s love potion number 9 Damn you fine, from behind, what’s your sign? What’s your size? Up your bra, oh my God Knock it off, knockers all natural Actual, but he won’t, Asher will I’ll be down for anything but only if the Ass is still.. Water in my glass of milk Abusing this mouthwash – woosh, woosh Kush, kush – don’t you wish This was your life? This is your night When it comes to Summertime Don’t you know the world is mine? [Hook] [Verse 2 - Asher Roth] Rolling down the street, need to celebrate the weekend Picking up my best friends, tell em bring the weed and 90 degrees, even got a slight breeze And, I don’t need to tell you that this be my favorite season Hanging on the beach, but I’m sitting under trees and Got a little vodka mixed in my iced tea, and Don’t you know I’m light-skinned? Gotta use the right shit SPF 45th, chilling in my whiteness Rolling up sticky buds, sticking all to my thumbs only smoking on a joint No, I can’t be smoking blunts Not for fun, just invite the hot ones Bring em to the hot tub, suddenly their tops off Now my rock hard living like a rock star Push it to the limit but stay out the back of cop cars Can’t be locked up by law enforcement All I do is lean back, breathe, and enjoy this.. [Hook] Summertime, blue skies Feel the breeze, blowing trees And it feels good, so good Like it should, can you feel it too? [Verse 3] Catch me in that ’83 heavy Chevy Do this for the pipin’ Candy with a clear coat, girls to my liking 36-24-36 sizes, Coke bottle models Filled with surprises, eyes is Wide and girlfriends giggling Eenie-meenie-minie, trying to find me What I’m swimming in In the sundress, gotta undress Who got a body and brains, game’s The dumbest. Trees be the bombest Loving the calmness Living life too right to get the wrong shit And I’m on this, you tell my money They blow dros, spit flows, lay low where it’s sunny Can’t complain about a thang mane When I’m chilling with some of the finest thangs on the continent So I’m content with having a good time In my zone, on Patron with a splash of lime [Hook] Summertime, blue skies Feel the breeze, blowing trees And it feels good, so good Like it should, can you feel it too?