歌詞

Swanging through the south side last night baby You know that I was coming from my trap Accompanied by a couple sexy ladies, yeah And a couple paint bottles in my lap And I have never swung this wild Like future, I lost my mind and my top at the same damn time Ten eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime) Pocket full of money (It's how we do it in the summertime) All the playas got a badass woman on his side (Summertime) And her diamonds ain't monkey (yea) Summertime in my city (Ain't nobody trippin) Summertime in my city (We just smokin and sippin') Summertime in my city (Ain't nothing but love) Summertime in my city (Every night is like the club) Thuga! It's summer time in my city mane It's a bunch of fine dimes lookin pretty mane I'm trying to take a few with me mane Hoping HPD don't come get me mane You know it's po'd up, you know it's rolled up It ain't a summer if Slim Thug ain't showed up Spend a matchin with Jonhny mane don't go up Everywhere we go, everybody know us Hood super stars like candy on cars When you see them fours, you gon' know its them Texas boys It's summertime in the city, time to show up We hit the club, watch how many bottles blow up Ten eleven slabs in a single file line (Summer time) Pocket full of money (It's how we do it in the summertime) All the playas got a badass woman on his side (Summertime) And her diamonds ain't monkey (yea) Summertime in my city (Ain't nobody trippin) Summertime in my city (We just smokin and sippin) Summertime in my city (Ain't nothing but love) Summertime in my city (Every night is like the club) Uh, OK everybody know I will kill But it seem like my haters have took a chill pill Even the ones that's real fake actin real real The way the bass whip through my styrofoam I know it will spill The pool party poppin got them steaks on the grill Whole world participating nobody getting killed Just a bunch of real niggas tryna smoke and chill Choppin it up, trying to plot up on another meal Shot on your money homie, don't worry about that What the fuck you think a real nigga for I got that Galleria we shop at Gotta stay fresh for summer Rollin slab truck beatin like a drummer Thuga Ten eleven slabs in a single file line (Summer time) Pocket full of money (It's how we do it in the summertime) All the playas got a badass woman on his side (Summertime) And her diamonds ain't monkey (yea) Summertime in my city (Ain't nobody trippin) Summertime in my city (We just smokin and sippin) Summertime in my city (Ain't nothing but love) Summertime in my city (Every night is like the club)
Writer(s): Gavin Omar Luckett, Brandon Pitre, Stayve Thomas, Curtis Antonio Bradford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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