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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Songwriter
Gabriel Roland
Gabriel Roland
Songwriter
Toney Martinez
Toney Martinez
Songwriter
Nasri Atweh
Nasri Atweh
Composer
Myjah Veira
Myjah Veira
Songwriter
Keith Ingram
Keith Ingram
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Producer
Gabriel Roland
Gabriel Roland
Producer
Toney Martinez
Toney Martinez
Additional Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Jenso Plymouth
Jenso Plymouth
Recording Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Federico Giordano
Federico Giordano
Assistant Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Summer too hot I blew it all on her, I get it right back She put it all on me, I couldn't pipe that She love when I pull on it when it's tied back You know it's hard to get up out it, I get sidetracked Shake something, left, right, control it You know who to call if you're horny (yeah) Ride on it, greenlight me (greenlight, greenlight) How'd you tell your friends that you really don't dance? (Don't dance) But I know that you can Fucking up your plans, we about to get nasty Better hold up them glasses Summer too hot not to fuck it up Is the mood right? Is it wet enough? I gotta move right, guess I levelled up Let me hit it up just a few times Summer too hot, had to double up Shawty too fire with the bubble butt We should move, slide on the regular Summer too hot, it's irregular Shawty, she discreet, she don't want her business in the street Be my little secret, baby, be my little freak Oh, we can on a weekend Do something different, got my attention Eight figures, fucking with a rich nigga Big picture, more than just a night with ya Don't switch up, girl, when the lights hit ya Them diamonds gon' dance (oh, yeah) How'd you tell your friends that you really don't dance? (Really don't dance) But I know that you can (I know you can) Fucking up your plans, we about to get nasty Better hold up them glasses (oh, girl, baby) Summer too hot not to fuck it up (huh) Is the mood right? (Ay) is it wet enough? (Whoo) I gotta move right, guess I levelled up (baby) Let me hit it up just a few times (too) Summer too hot, had to double up (too) Shawty too fire with the bubble butt (girl, we should move) We should move, slide on the regular (yeah) Summer too hot, it's irregular (uh, uh, uh) (Ooh) I wanna get this rocket off the ground, babe (Ooh) you're so beautiful, it's hard to behave (Ooh) I can't start this fire without your flame (Ooh) and I know you feel the same Come on, take that shit off Summer too hot not to fuck it up (oh) Is the mood right? Is it wet enough? (Wet enough) I gotta move right, guess I levelled up (ooh) Let me hit it up (ooh) just a few times (ooh) Summer too hot, had to double up (ay-ay) Shawty too fire with the bubble butt (girl, we should) We should move, slide on the regular Summer too hot, it's irregular (summer, summer way too hot) Baby, baby, baby, yeah Baby, baby, baby, summer too hot, oh-oh Baby, baby, baby, yeah Baby, baby, baby, summer too hot
Writer(s): Leon Youngblood, Unknown Composer Author Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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