Testo Summertime - Slim Thug feat. z-ro
Testo della canzone Summertime (Slim Thug feat. z-ro), tratta dall'album Summertime
Swangin' through the south side last night baby
You know that I was coming from my trap
Accompanied by a couple sexy ladies
And a couple of pint bottles in my lap
And I have never swung this wide
Like Future I lost my mind and my top at the same damn time
Ten eleven slabs in a single file line
Pocket full of money
All these players got a bad ass woman on the side
And the diamonds ain't monkey
Summertime in my city
Ain't nobody trippin'
Summertime in my city
We just smokin' and sippin'
Summertime in my city
Ain't nothin' but love
Summertime in my city
Every hood is like a club
Thugga
It's summertime in my city man
It's a bunch of fine dimes lookin' pretty man
I'm tryna take a few with me man
Hopin' HPD don't come get me man
You know what's poured up
You know what's rolled up
It ain't a summer Slim Thugga ain't showed up
Spend a mansion with Johnny may go go up
Everywhere we go everybody know us
Hood superstars like candy on the cars
When you see them fours you gon' know it's 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
Pocket full of money
All these players got a bad ass woman on the side
And the diamonds ain't monkey
Summertime in my city
Ain't nobody trippin'
Summertime in my city
We just smokin' and sippin'
Summertime in my city
Ain't nothin' but love
Summertime in my city
Every hood is like a club
Okay everybody know I will kill
But it seem like my haters done took a chill pill
Even the ones that's real fake is actin' real real
The bass whoopin' my styrofoam I know it will spill
The pool party poppin' got them steaks on the grill
Whole hood participate nobody gettin' killed
Just a bunch of real niggas tryna smoke and chill
Choppin' it up tryna plot up on another mill
Missed a shot on your money homie don't worry 'bout that
Fuck you think a real nigga for I got that
Gallery on me shop vac gotta stay fresh for summer
Rollin' slab truck beatin' like a drummer
Thugga
Ten eleven slabs in a single file line
Pocket full of money
All these players got a bad ass woman on the side
And the diamonds ain't monkey
Summertime in my city
Ain't nobody trippin'
Summertime in my city
We just smokin' and sippin'
Summertime in my city
Ain't nothin' but love
Summertime in my city
Every hood is like a club
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Writer(s): Stayve Thomas, Joseph Mcvey
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