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Summertime Ninety-eight degrees I can feel the heat between You and I I never seen you like this Don't wanna fight this Cuz' baby I'm so done bein' friendly I know what you want when you text me We both know that things could get messy But every night I'm askin' What if I pull up? Would you be kissin' on my neck Would I get stood up? Oh, I don't wanna be no Woulda Coulda Shoulda I know you want me like I want you That's a fact So tell me where you're at, cuz' I'm tryna pull up There ain't competition girl, you got a foot up And I don't wanna be no Woulda Coulda Shoulda I know you want me like I want you That's a fact So tell me where you're at, girl (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) Hold up Wait a minute girl when you get so fine These people ask me about you I say the same line I say She got everything a man would look for So what the hell am I still tryna look for? Right away Ain't no more sleepin' on ya Wide awake We got no more time to waste Are these thoughts in your head? Does it make any sense? And you said Baby, are you done being friendly I got what you want, you can text me We both know that things could get messy But every night I'm askin' What if I pull up? Would you be kissin' on my neck Would I get stood up? Oh, I don't wanna be no Woulda Coulda Shoulda I know you want me like I want you That's a fact So tell me where you're at, cuz' I'm tryna pull up There ain't competition girl, you got a foot up And I don't wanna be no Woulda Coulda Shoulda I know you want me like I want you That's a fact So tell me where you're at, girl She's got everything (Got everything, got everything, she got it) Is she the one for me? (The one for me, the one for me) Cuz' I've been in love with ya' heart, I'm confessing And now I'm in love with the hips You've been blessed with, oh baby She's got everything! What if I pull up? Would you be kissin' on my neck Would I get stood up? Oh, I don't wanna be no Woulda Coulda Shoulda I know you want me like I want you That's a fact So tell me where you at, cuz' (tell me where you at) I'm tryna pull up There ain't competition girl, you got a foot up And I don't wanna be no Woulda Coulda Shoulda I know you want me like I want you That's a fact So tell me where you're at, girl
Writer(s): Vincent Van Den Ende, Anthony Watts, Julian Vahle, Adam Halliday, Sam Yun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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