Season's Interlude
Hmm
It's real hot in the summer time
And stupid in the winter time
Yeah
I get her hot like it's summer time
Now I treat her cold like it's winter time
I told her... how?
Go and make it hot (Make it hot)
Hold it down
Cold...
Cool it down
Throw it 'round
She cool me down in the summer time
Well, can I heat you up in the winter time?
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck on ya mama
Fuckin' for a hummer
Fuck just for the summer
Hold me down through the winter; cold in the covers (Yeah)
They call me the bad guy I'm always in trouble (Hammy)
But you help me making plays, you be right there in the huddle
I told her...
"Hold it down
Cool it down
Cold...
Slow it down
Speed it up
Throw it 'round"
Cool me down in the summertime
But can I heat up like its winter time?
Got bands, I did it again
A couple of digits, a couple of Ms and I'ma double again
Pull up in a Benz and know it don't got no tint
I hop out wit a limp and yup I look like a pimp
Pull up in that tan thing, I came through the rear
I hop out wit that "ham skram", you know what it is
I'll pull up on ya main dame but don't got no feelings
'Cause I just fucked on her friend
She cool me down in the summer time
Well, can I heat you up in the winter time?
She get me hot in the summer time
Now she treat me cold in the winter time
Damn, this life just ain't for you
It's real hot in the summer time
And stupid in the winter time
Yeah
I get her hot like it's summer time
Now I treat her cold like it's winter time
I told her... how?
Go and make it hot (Make it hot)
Hold it down
Cold...
Cool it down
Throw it 'round
She cool me down in the summer time
Well, can I heat you up in the winter time?
Yeah, I'm tryna fuck on ya mama
Fuckin' for a hummer
Fuck just for the summer
Hold me down through the winter; cold in the covers (Yeah)
They call me the bad guy I'm always in trouble (Hammy)
But you help me making plays, you be right there in the huddle
I told her...
"Hold it down
Cool it down
Cold...
Slow it down
Speed it up
Throw it 'round"
Cool me down in the summertime
But can I heat up like its winter time?
Got bands, I did it again
A couple of digits, a couple of Ms and I'ma double again
Pull up in a Benz and know it don't got no tint
I hop out wit a limp and yup I look like a pimp
Pull up in that tan thing, I came through the rear
I hop out wit that "ham skram", you know what it is
I'll pull up on ya main dame but don't got no feelings
'Cause I just fucked on her friend
She cool me down in the summer time
Well, can I heat you up in the winter time?
She get me hot in the summer time
Now she treat me cold in the winter time
Damn, this life just ain't for you
Credits
Writer(s): Rob Smalls, Ham Bome
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