Summer Wit' Miami (feat. Trey Songz) - Jim Jones

Yeah It's been a long time Hitmaka! I should've seen it from the jump Who would've knew what we'd become? You like to love me when it's easy Then take my heart away and run (run) You must've took off with the chauffeur You put your bags all in the trunk (trunk) I saw the Bentley pulling over (oh) I guess this is what you want (want) Ayy, I could cuss you out, hit my side bitch You think she flewed out, I deny it Nothing in my way I decided No, no If it isn't love, why I keep coming back? I keep coming back, back home And if it isn't love, why I keep coming back? I keep coming back, back home Why are you so hard to leave? Why are you so hard to believe? Can't you make it easy for me? I complicate in my brain Swear to God you make me go insane You love me then you make me feel a way Oh how you bring me happiness and pain? You get on my last damn nerves Then I say that I'm done Then I miss you in the middle of the club By the end of the night I'm calling you drunk So if this isn't love If it isn't love, (tell me) why I keep coming back? I keep coming back, back home (ooh if it isn't love) And If it isn't love, why I keep coming back? I keep coming back, back home I should've seen it from the get go Said if you love it you should let go Always switch up like the season Right back every time we say we're leaving I guess it's never really over Just get them bags up out the trunk Baby I just need to hold ya Unless this is what you want Oh, I could cuss you out, hit my side bitch (oh no) You think she flewed out, I deny it Nothing in my way I decided No, no If it isn't love, why do I keep coming back? I keep coming back, back home (oh no) And if it isn't love, why I keep coming back? (Oh why do I?) I keep coming back, back home Keep coming back home

She just wanna f**k with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young n***a gon' get it What you want, babe? I got it What you want, hey? I got it What you want, babe? I got it What you want, babe? I got it Wanna do you right Is you with it, baby? 'Cause if you stay the night Then I'm with it, baby Don't you let them know, don't let them know Don't let the feelings show, don't let it show But you can tell your girls though, I give you the world though Tell them keep it low though, don't let them other hoes know 'Cause they ain't ready To hear that That be some bad news, that be some bad news I got a new boo, that be some bad news She just wanna f**k with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young n***a gon' get it What you want, babe? I got it What you want, hey? I got it What you want, babe? I got it What you want, babe? I got it Baby girl you can have what you want And it's probably money, not tryna be funny But I know how these girls is gettin' down these days And what can I say? That'sokay Can't expect you to love me for who I am When all you ever knew is that a n***a's the man Like God damn he paid Don't you remember when a n***a used to have braids? Gotta make it drop, she was in the 8th grade And now that she's grown, she f**k who she want I don't judge her, don't judge her But I could never love her 'Cause I'm just an entertainer And soon she's gon' f**k another She just wanna f**k with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young n***a gon' get it What you want, babe? I got it What you want, hey? I got it What you want, babe? I got it What you want, babe? I got it

And I wouldn't be me If I didn't get a little nasty They say all I ever talk about is sex How 'bout we just move over And do it where we at? How 'bout you just lift that skirt up Ooh, we can be bad That place that ain't been touched I'm finning on it I'll let you sit through, keep spinning on it Girl, giddy up, giddy up, take me on a ride to ecstasy You don't wanna bump, bump, then take a nap You just wanna bump, bump, bring it right back Watch me I'ma heat it up, beat it up, oh Know you're tired of the usual, usual, usual I can give you more than the usual Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch You gon' feel something unusual Unusual, unusual I'm not gon' with the usual Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch You gon' feel something unusual I wanna do the wicked things you never do What if we did it while your friends was in the room Is that too much for ya? Don't you feel bad, let 'em feel sexy We can make a sex room wherever we go Take it to the restroom, they ain't gotta know No, oh Watch me heat it up, beat it up Woo, hey, do you hear me, girl? Watch me heat it up, beat it up Woo Know you're tired of the usual, usual, usual I can give you more than the usual Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch You gon' feel something unusual Unusual, unusual I'm not gon' with the usual Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch You gon' feel something unusual Restaurant? (Check) Cinema? (Check) On the hood? (Check) Of the car? On the dock? (Check) Balcony? (Check) In the jet? (Check) On the beach? This that other shit, you know you ask for it I might just save you some money and get ya passport So you can come to me city, I'll take you all over And hit you on the balcony, just don't fall over Send me a picture, baby, you know I'd never leak it I know you got something recent for someone decent Why you laughing out loud? I'm serious Bring your girl if you a little bi-curious Please, please no storytelling to others I promise you gon' love it, I would never let you down Feel like I might have perfected all the things that you've expected And you gon' know it when you bring your ass around Know you're tired of the usual, usual, usual I can give you more than the usual Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch You gon' feel something unusual Unusual, unusual I'm not gon' with the usual Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch You gon' feel something unusual Get it all different kind of ways All different places Look at the many little faces you making But can you take it? I thought I was nasty last time Let's go

I don't wanna do too much I don't wanna speak too much I don't wanna breathe the wrong way I don't wanna kill this moment This moment shared between us 'Cause I been thinking 'bout it all day, oh woah You told me I'm all you wanted I don't wanna ruin your expectations And all your body language, I'm gon' read it, ayy As best as I can (as best as I can) 'cause tonight I am Having sex with my number 1 fan So why am I so nervous? So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan So why am I so nervous? I don't wanna move too fast Girl, I wanna make it last Tonight we gonna do it my way, oh I know you been waiting for it You gotta just lay back I just wanna take my time, babe You told me I'm all you wanted I don't wanna ruin your expectations, oh no no no no And all your body language, I'm gon' read it, ayy As best as I can (as best as I can) 'cause tonight I am Having sex with my number 1 fan So why am I so nervous? So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan So why am I so nervous? You ready? When I leave it up to me, she sees Will I give her everything she needs? I just hope that when we're done she's pleased I hope it's everything you thought it'd be, oh You told me I'm all you wanted I don't wanna ruin your expectations And all your body language, I'm gon' read it (all night long) As best as I can (as best as I can) 'cause tonight I am Having sex with my number 1 fan (so why am I) So why am I so nervous? (Nervous, baby) So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan (I just wanna get it right for you, baby) So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan (I just wanna get it right for you, baby) So why am I so nervous?

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)