Lyrics:
Kill for me, you're still with me 'cause we get down like what
Told you's from the door, it ain't all about a nut
I'm gon' be fair, trying to be there,
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
Sure it might be hard it might take all my fucking might
Making promises I cannot live up to
By the look on your face I can see that I'm screwed
Seasons
late (for you)
Hey, listen!
I've have a message for you!
Listen to me!
Spoken:
You know a friend of mine
Called me the other day
By the name of Joe
me
Yeah I meant goodfella Joe Pesci
Woah Imma Hit em with a yippie ki yay
They gon hate but I'm saved and I'm energized
I'm listening for the inner
for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
jumping I had boo boo Harlem shaking, harlem shaking, harlem shaking
All the sexy love we making
Now your girl jealous she said she need a replacement
I
season
Oh it's Cuffing Season
I get you wetter and wetter, baby you bout to drip
I notice every detail, nips to finger tips
I keep on tellin you girl
You
stands for don't touch my dough joe
If you average you a no go
Bro bro
Move along cuz I'm stealing the show
Why y'all got excuses
Everything I see y'all
my thunder bands
Winners season
Count it up
Make it rain again
Servin looks
Writing books
Herstory in the making
Life for the taking
Perpetuity
they do
And I don't trust nothing I see
Swear that niggaz change just like the season
All the betrayal and all of the treason
Heart broke because trust
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
Christmas Girl
Wherever in the world you are
It's going to be a honky tonk Christmas
For these silent nights at home are killing me
It's going to be
Seasons fucked her
Then I bought the girl a bag for no reason
(Bae, what you want?)
I couldn't believe it (I'm trippin')
Come to find out her brother was
not a groupie
Neither are my friends here
Jim and ian and aynsley and don and frank
None of us are groupies
Pleased to meet all you girls
Hiya howie...
On a higher than the highest I'm alive and I've been modest
Noticed all of it the time I sat with self and spoke with honest
Smoking way too much for
kings is all around me, queens is everywhere I look
Grangran showed us how she lives her life right by the book
Bible that's her sword, she keeps the Lord
girl, Megan Thee Stallion
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin'
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all (Chop stars)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
Ahhh
Welcome to the quiet storm
I'll be your host for this evening
And I go by the name of Ty Statz The Hitmaker
This goes out for all the lovers
to know
Talk to 'em
It's a shame you don't treat me right
Then I stick by your side
Girl, my work is Nine to Five
To buy the things that you like
And all the chicks
We got all of the girls
on our tips
Don't buy gold lighters
Only Bic's
Rock all microphones
Just for kicks
Sucker MC's I will be
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
all in his element
I got the recipe I got the resume I just need the future for evidence
Khallid Ahmad eternal praiseworthy
Y&E in the cut like a brain
the starry night
Where we could vibe all night
By the beachside, catching vibes
I can't believe that you're mine
I'll be fighting for you
I'll be fighting for
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