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[Verse 1]
Swinging through the South side last night, baby
Yeah, you know that I was coming from my trap
Accompanied by a couple sexy ladies
Yeah, and a couple 'pagne bottles in my lap
And I have never swung this wild
Like Future, I lost my mind and my top and the same damn time
[Verse 2]
Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime)
Pocket full of money (That's how we do it in the summertime)
All those players got a bad ass woman on the side (Summertime)
And her 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
[Verse 3]
Thuga
It's summertime in my city, man (City, man)
It's a bunch of fine dimes looking pretty, man
I'm tryna take a few with me, man (Let's go)
Hoping HPD don't come get me, man (You don't know)
You know it's poured up, you know what's rolled up
It ain't a summer, Slim Thuga ain't showed up (Thuga)
Spend a mansion with Johnny May, go, go, up (Thuga)
Everywhere we go, everybody know us (Thuga)
Hood superstars, like candy on our cars
When you se 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
[Verse 4]
Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime)
Pocket full of money (That's how we do it in the summertime)
All those players got a bad ass woman on the side (Summertime)
And her 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
[Verse 5]
Okay, everybody know I will kill
But it seems like my haters done took a chill pill
Even the ones that's real fakers acting real, real
Or the way the bass whipping my styrofoam, I know it will spill
The pool party popping, got them steaks on the grill
Whole hood participating, nobody getting killed
Just a bunch of real **** tryna smoke and chill
Chopping it up, tryna plot up on another mill
Shot all your money, homie, don't worry 'bout that
What the fuck you think a real **** for? I got that
Galleria, we shop that, gotta stay fresh for summer
Rolling slab, trunk beating like a drummer (Thuga)
[Verse 6]
Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime)
Pocket full of money (That's how we do it in the summertime)
All those players got a bad ass woman on the side (Summertime)
And her 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
Written by: Steven J Ash
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