Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Summertime , by - Slim Thug. Release date: 10.12.2012
Song language: English
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 paint bottles in my lap |
| And I have never swung this wide |
| Like future, I lost my mind and my top at the same 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 ass woman on their side (summertime) |
| And the diamonds ain’t monkey (yeah) |
| 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 |
| Thugga |
| It’s summertime in my city man |
| It’s a bunch of fine dimes 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 it’s throwed up |
| It ain’t a summer Slim Thug ain’t showed up |
| Spend a mansion with Johnny make gold 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 ass woman on their side (summertime) |
| And the diamonds in the teeth (yeah) |
| 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 |
| Okay everybody know I will kill |
| 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 bass whipping my styrofoam I know it will spill |
| The pool party hopping got them steaks on the grill |
| Whole hood participating nobody getting killed |
| Just a bunch of real niggas trying to smoke and chill |
| Chopping it up trying to plot up another meal |
| Shot all your money, homey don’t worry about that |
| What the fuck you think a real nigga for, I got that |
| Galleria, we shop that, gotta stay fresh for summer |
| Throw the 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 ass woman on their side (summertime) |
| And the diamonds in the teeth (yeah) |
| 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 |