Radoe Da Dreamer - Summertime (feat. Primetime Beats)

It's Radoe, Primetime Beats
Take you to the city

It's been a long winter
But we was on our grind
If you do the crime
They might book you slime
A few bitches that you knew was mine
Yea we got fresh for the summertime
Whipped up, fresh lays, new days huh
New York, LA, this that Prime
Got you in Philly for the first time
And niggas got fresh for the summertime
It's been a long winter
But we was on our grind
If you do the crime
They might book you slime
A few bitches that you knew was mine
And yea we got fresh for the summertime
Whipped up, fresh lays, new days huh
New York, LA, this that Prime
Got you in Philly for the first time
And yea we got fresh for the summertime

Fresh jordies in my sweat shorts
Just got paid and I'm cruising down Broad Street
My shorty in the passenger seat
Music blowing through her hair and she ain't got a care
She like Radoe where we going I'm like anywhere
Manifesting shenanigans
Never be planning them
Let's go to the mall and buy up a mannequin
Or go to the bar get a shot and a Heineken
I'm from the city it's too cold
So go on and change the climate then
Radoe reminding them
How I'm from the city of Iverson
Soft pretzel and water rice
Group of young boys cat walking their bikes
We the sports fan that boo and get loud
And everybody hate to take the night owl
Everything is a jawn and niggas be drawn
Radoe international stay with a foreign
Cruising down South St
In Olde City bout to hit South Beach
And then we finish off with Vanity
This our summer watch the numbers run up
I'm just a Martian I've been living outer space
I'm just a Martian the earth never felt safe
You better evacuate and step into my world

It's been a long winter
But we was on our grind
If you do the crime
They might book you slime
A few bitches that you knew was mine
Yea we got fresh for the summertime
Whipped up, fresh lays, new days huh
New York, LA, this that Prime
Got you in Philly for the first time
And niggas got fresh for the summertime
It's been a long winter
But we was on our grind
If you do the crime
They might book you slime
A few bitches that you knew was mine
And yea we got fresh for the summertime
Whipped up, fresh lays, new days huh
New York, LA, this that Prime
Got you in Philly for the first time
And yea we got fresh for the summertime

Written by:
Stephen Gregg

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