Kano - Dear Summer lyrics

Dear Summer i know you've missed me
I know you need me like Deja needs Frisky
Ask your girlfriend, as your cell mate
I've been spitting fire since
Boys love girls days
And I've been about since day 1
You know I represent on the beat
For the street to the beach
And I know it gets heated sometimes
And I have to roll with the heater sometimes
Believe me I'm just speaking
But it's deeper than lines
Yout's out shoot-out deeper than Shyne
Every summer ain't a tune
Out deeper than mine
Fuck if my gun burst, I spit hot shit
My 16's get sunburns
So even when I rhyme every nigga can relate
If they're weaving in their rides
Or they're wheeling on a bike
I'm addicted to summer like a
Fiend that's on the pipe
That's why I ain't fucking with autumn
And I don't like drop tops because
I can't fucking afford them
You see me in a Jeep, TI with B
Listening to BIG and Styles P
Just tryna get them P's up
When you come around everybody's tryna
Get them G's up
Few can make the olders front in beamers
And you can't make Mikita look like Crisina
Milian when it gets chilly I'm
Constantly thinking of you in my arms
I ain't fucking with winter either
And I remember when I first you
Cons and Fila's
No I'm old school like cocapina
Sarsaparilla and Kool-Aid
There's no match really
I'm naff naf and illy by lilly
Cool raps just really like Biggie
First things first I poppa
Squeeze and I'll pop ya
Jesus might leave you breathing I'll stop ya
One shot I'll leave you sleeping like vodka
I'm on the road like a car crash
I'm real, I'm road I'm tarmac
And yeah I'm hardback
Flip flops toes don't cover mine
But next year summertime nY Hummer time
It's hot so you know dogs got the gun inside
Stipclubs, titrubs and chicks to come inside
So every year I drop a new style for you
A new CD, brand new styles for you
I'll even BA fly a thousand miles for you
I love you I'll probably walk
Down the aisle for you
You know I'm with you 100 percent, but yes
St anne's you was looking your best
I meet you in London looking depressed
All covered up
Couldn't even look at your breasts
And yeah I'm fucking with you
Summer but I rubber up
Cos I had a fling with spring
Break and bust a nut
And yeah I'm fucking with you summer
But, I need to know
Whats's up with you summer
How comes you got the young
Tugs bussing every summer
How come you make sure there's
Stress on the street
Then hit Napa sex on the beach
Whats up with that yo, KA, Beats & Bars
Home Sweet Home the album '05
And every summer after