Summer Thunderstorm

Thought spring was coming 

Here’s another cold snap 

Waiting for the flowers blooming 

But I gotta hold back 

 

I told her to bring the heat 

She says she loves the cold 

Iced out, arctic 

Dancing, winter storm 

 

I ain’t boutta wait 

‘Cause her lungs don’t recover 

Every time she flake 

You betta bet she trouble 

 

I’m tired of the games 

She’s gatekeeping the summer 

She thinks she’s gonna play 

I’m bringing the thunder 

 

Bust out the heavyweights 

I busted my shoulder 

She laugh cause she think I’m cute 

But I could’a thrown her 

 

She sayin’ she out of breath 

But that don’t stop her hips from moving 

Her face is red, dripping sweat 

Which one of us is the cute thing 

 

I ain’t boutta wait 

‘Cause her lungs don’t recover 

Every time she flake 

You betta bet she trouble 

 

I’m tired of the games 

She’s gatekeeping the summer 

She thinks she’s gonna play 

I’m bringing the thunder 

 

Body warmer than Sahara 

Blame it on the workout 

 

She said to turn the fan on 

But I’mma be my own wind 

Girl, you’re asking for a

Summer thunderstorm

 

I ain’t boutta wait 

‘Cause her lungs don’t recover 

Every time she flake 

You betta bet she trouble 

 

I’m tired of the games 

She’s gatekeeping the summer 

She thinks she’s gonna play 

I’m bringing the thunder 

 

I ain’t boutta wait 

‘Cause her lungs don’t recover 

Every time she flake 

You betta bet she trouble 

 

I’m tired of the games 

She’s gatekeeping the summer 

She thinks she’s gonna play 

I’m bringing the thunder

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