Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slow Summer, artist - Spooks. Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slow Summer |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Got the word from my brodie |
| Told me move it out like Tony, uh |
| Solo when I’m rolling |
| I don’t need no eyes on me |
| This a one trick pony |
| Only ride it slowly |
| Moving blocks like a goalie |
| Screaming 'motherfuck the police' |
| Once I got the number, I stuff it in her bumper |
| Then dip up off in traffic, look out for undercovers |
| I can’t fuck this run up, ain’t no calling the plug up |
| And when I make my drop off |
| He make sure I get straight |
| Check the licence plate |
| Ain’t no strike on my rcord I got a clean slate |
| If they pull m, that package gon' cause a complication |
| That type of come up might just put me on the newspapers |
| Crib on so many acres, I might not meet the neighbours |
| No time for conversation, I don’t do congregating |
| 'Til I reach my destination |
| Yeah, road trip yeah I’m trafficking the white |
| Please lord, don’t let me go to jail tonight, nah |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| I’m on a money run |
| Focus on my position, until another come |
| If I don’t triple my profits, at least I double up |
| This a long road lil baby, I’m moving |
| You see it, get out my fuckin' way trick |
| Flying through my city in a spaceship |
| Bitch I grind like a brake disc |
| Hit the switch and made it jump 'til the tape skipped |
| Count up 0's and 1's made my block look like the matrix |
| Money stackin' up in piles in my basement |
| I can’t even hide it, imma need a bigger safe |
| I can’t even smile, no I think I need a facelift |
| Everytime I see them flashin' lights |
| It feels like I’m going crazy |
| My doctor asking me why I’m so anxious |
| Cause I feel paranoia everyday, shit |
| I’m home, I made it, I need a celebration |
| Drown myself in liquor 'til I’m wasted |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |
| Trick, trick |
| Trick, get out my fuckin' way, trick |