WDWFTS We Dont Wait For The Summer by Teff Hinkson Lyrics
Hook:
Where the drinks stay cold and the music flows and the vibes stay nice
And the trees stay green and the beach stays clean and the girls look right
And we party hard but we pray to God that we see the night, no-oh, no-oh
We don't wait for the summer (no-oh-oh-oh)
We don't wait for the summer, no-oh, no-oh
We don't wait for the summer (no-oh-oh-oh)
We don't wait for the summer, no-oh, no-oh
We don't wait for the...
Verse 1:
Come around my way where it's sunny all day but we're hardly playful
Only time a nigga sees snow is the hotel coffee table (not for me though)
Tourist girl sniff it all up and forget that she awfully faithful
Meet a strange guy in the club let him lick salt off her navel
Alternate, then dry hump in the club but it's awfully graceful
One night stands, on a small is-land, means a short life span so they rob the cradle
We know all your business you washed up by 22
Her head count's 11 but feels like it's 22
These girls wanna know who's the next up in
Need collateral and a 'next of kin'
Trying to talk profit, they're trying to talk gossip and I mean everybody so you get sucked in
They taught us as slaves to be crabs in a bucket
But hate is still love so my attitude's fuck it
Verse 2:
Yelling 'WHAT?!' to police 'cause they're drinking and driving
But arrested my nigga for trees on an island
Crooked politicians they be chiefing like I am
Difference between me and them is they're stealing and lying
In the name of Jesus they're crying, but me I'm a tyrant
Keep my faith in the higher highness
Preacher say we just stay high and defiant
Screwed up on the corner like a fire hydrant
Walk by and they silent
'Here's $300 if you vote me in'
But next year dodge me quicker than a Kobe spin
That's why i blow in the wind, the fact that there's no way to win
The fact that I got to live up to Rihanna for y'all and my mama to know I'm a king
'Round here how it looks means more than what actually is
$1000 outfit, couple bottles in the club, ain't let jack shit for your kids
Hook:
But the drinks stay cold ... (continue with hook)
Verse 3:
Nonchalant nigga, never not no hollerer
Walk in ya label office yeah I wear nappy hair and I pop my collar up
Sick shit, got no cholera
Twit pic, you're preaching on the corner talking slick shit, but got no followers
Might entice girls but just don't follow up
Ride with white girls so cops don't follow us
So what if I look like that rapper, can't help that I look like that rapper
Resemblance is something bananas but African print's on my fucking pajamas
And Kephren is all on my other bandana, a little Dolce & Gabana
I just got a booking in Martinique, see you in the fucking manana
I know that don't make sense but the shit rhymes sweeter than a bish
Trying to hit the point where my money reached higher than my dank and my bank stay deeper than a ditch
And when it's time to ball, make sure the ones who starve with you are the same damn people that you're with, uh
Some call it little America, influenced by middle America
Where the drinks stay cold and the music flows and the vibes stay nice
And the trees stay green and the beach stays clean and the girls look right
And we party hard but we pray to God that we see the night, no-oh, no-oh
We don't wait for the summer (no-oh-oh-oh)
We don't wait for the summer, no-oh, no-oh
We don't wait for the summer (no-oh-oh-oh)
We don't wait for the summer, no-oh, no-oh
We don't wait for the...
Verse 1:
Come around my way where it's sunny all day but we're hardly playful
Only time a nigga sees snow is the hotel coffee table (not for me though)
Tourist girl sniff it all up and forget that she awfully faithful
Meet a strange guy in the club let him lick salt off her navel
Alternate, then dry hump in the club but it's awfully graceful
One night stands, on a small is-land, means a short life span so they rob the cradle
We know all your business you washed up by 22
Her head count's 11 but feels like it's 22
These girls wanna know who's the next up in
Need collateral and a 'next of kin'
Trying to talk profit, they're trying to talk gossip and I mean everybody so you get sucked in
They taught us as slaves to be crabs in a bucket
But hate is still love so my attitude's fuck it
Verse 2:
Yelling 'WHAT?!' to police 'cause they're drinking and driving
But arrested my nigga for trees on an island
Crooked politicians they be chiefing like I am
Difference between me and them is they're stealing and lying
In the name of Jesus they're crying, but me I'm a tyrant
Keep my faith in the higher highness
Preacher say we just stay high and defiant
Screwed up on the corner like a fire hydrant
Walk by and they silent
'Here's $300 if you vote me in'
But next year dodge me quicker than a Kobe spin
That's why i blow in the wind, the fact that there's no way to win
The fact that I got to live up to Rihanna for y'all and my mama to know I'm a king
'Round here how it looks means more than what actually is
$1000 outfit, couple bottles in the club, ain't let jack shit for your kids
Hook:
But the drinks stay cold ... (continue with hook)
Verse 3:
Nonchalant nigga, never not no hollerer
Walk in ya label office yeah I wear nappy hair and I pop my collar up
Sick shit, got no cholera
Twit pic, you're preaching on the corner talking slick shit, but got no followers
Might entice girls but just don't follow up
Ride with white girls so cops don't follow us
So what if I look like that rapper, can't help that I look like that rapper
Resemblance is something bananas but African print's on my fucking pajamas
And Kephren is all on my other bandana, a little Dolce & Gabana
I just got a booking in Martinique, see you in the fucking manana
I know that don't make sense but the shit rhymes sweeter than a bish
Trying to hit the point where my money reached higher than my dank and my bank stay deeper than a ditch
And when it's time to ball, make sure the ones who starve with you are the same damn people that you're with, uh
Some call it little America, influenced by middle America