Slim Thug - Summertime lyrics

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Slim Thug - Summertime lyrics

Swangin' through the south side last night baby You know that I was coming from my trap (From my trap) Accompanied by a couple s**y ladies And a couple paint bottles in my lap (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 (that's how we do it in the summer time) All those players got a bad a** woman on their side (summertime) And our diamonds ain't monkey Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club Thuga It's summertime in my city man It's a bunch of fine dames looking pretty man I'm trying to take a few with me man Hoping HPD don't come get me man You know it's poured up You know what's rolled up It ain't a summer Slim Thuga' ain't showed up Spend a mansion with Johnny May go go up Everywhere we go everybody know us Hood superstars Like candy on our cars When you see them fours you gonna know it's those 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 (summertime) Pocket full of money (that's how we do it in the summer time) All those players got a bad a** woman on their side (summertime) And our diamonds ain't monkey Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club Uh, okay everybody know I will k** But it seems like my haters done took a chill pill Even the ones that's real fakers that can real real The way the ba** whipping my Styrofoam I know it will spill The pool party popping got them steaks on the grill Whole hood participating nobody getting k**ed Just a bunch of real n***as trying to smoke and chill Chopping it up trying to plot up another mill' Shot all your money, homey don't worry 'bout that What the f** you think a real n***a for? I got that Galleria, we shop that, gotta stay fresh for summer Rollin' slab trunk beating like a drummer Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (summertime) Pocket full of money (that's how we do it in the summer time) All those players got a bad a** woman on our side (summertime) And our diamonds ain't monkey Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club

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