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Season

 

Season

(album: Full Court Press - 2022)


Right
Uhh

Keep a piece, stay in something unreleased
Broke niggas make me itch, they be super cheap
Strike a pose, so I'm fed up in Phillipe
Hoes just meet me at the door, kiss me on the cheek
I suppose, never sweat a letter B
Baby told me I'm the realest cat she probbaly need
I agree, twisting up all kinda tree
We gon' repeat this 'til it's time to leave
I give 'em drama 'cause I bring a different energy
Posted up in places that you never be, uh
Single him out, but you could never figure him out
I got too much sauce just to sit in the house, uh
Never folding
Always floating
Never sleeping
Let it be
They want the cool, I set the fee
This type of shit you never get for free, right

Gold, I put it all in my frames
I'm rolling over this pot
I put it all in one thing, bro
Solid, I fuck with the chain
I'm dropping over these gems
I put the rest in the ring, bro
Ain't nobody clipping my wings
I brought my bitch to the spot
She copping all of the wingo
Shut it down, we got every reason
If it get cloudy, we just change the season

Lit girl, lit lit girl
Know I spot 'em every city in the world
She in the mix, uh-uh, I concur
Is she a vic'? Uh-uh, I confirm
Board the flight, then the rest is a blur
If it's Bel Air, then the gold I prefer
You keep it real, nah nah, I defer
I seen you niggas compromising
In the Merci' bonjour
Forty-minute show and they want an encore
Nigga doing all of this tripping, getting all of this chicken
And I'm never satisfied, I want more
Wintertime, the birds and the furs is a given
But if it get too bird, then I swerve and I'm dipping
Preserving the wisdom, reserving the vision
And all my niggas bossed up, all in position

Gold, I put it all in my frames
I'm rolling over this pot
I put it all in one thing, bro
Solid, I fuck with the chain
I'm dropping over these gems
I put the rest in the ring, bro
Ain't nobody clipping my wings
I brought my bitch to the spot
She copping all of the wingo
Shut it down, we got every reason
If it get cloudy, we just change the season

If it get cloudy, we just change the season
If it get cloudy, we just change the season
If it get cloudy, we just change the season
If it get cloudy, we just change the season

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