Cuffin Season
Club 407, 50 Cent, Fabolous
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Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, Baby, I promise you this I'll send you all my love, everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah) These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah) Told these hoes I'll be back around June (Around June) Told these hoes I'll be back around June (What?!) Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter (Who?) Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter (Who) These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (What) Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter (Yeah) You gon' be at La Marina all summer So you gon' hear this remix all summer Nigga, f*ck your women crush Wednesday I just fucked your women crush Wednesday Wasn't even Wednesday, nigga, it was Benz day He like 'why you riding with him?', she like 'we just friends, bae' Before anyone else please You ain't got no man, all your pics selfies I be taking wealthies, balling in my pictures You be fighting over hoes, Spalding on them bitches Fronting money, could've gotten behind it for free I got this pretty one in Cali, Thotiana Ali I got a New York Dominican, plastic cup body Mami think she Holly, call her tatted up Dadi Got a crew in Miami, I call them Thot Angels Even if he wife you he cannot change you, biatch These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah) These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah) Told these hoes I'll be back around June (Around June) Told these hoes I'll be back around June (What?!) Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter (Who?) Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter (Who) These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (What) Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter (Yeah) I move right, stepping with the German on me So much beef I gotta party with the burner on me My chain chunky, my wrists all chunky, my pockets all chunky Chunk ya bitch want me hannn Quit cuffin', you love her, she want the limelight She 'bout to get ya in some shit, boy, get ya mind right Sparkle after sparkle when the bottles come She got a nice set of tits, glad you bought her some Stocks in the bartender, they be in Perfections Turned up for lust, heard they fucked with Gus In Sin City I'll f*ck 'em, the hoes pretty Substitute Fiddy, I'm filling in for Biggie Now watch a model chick turn to a bottle chick You hit the lotto, bitch, swimming around my grotto pit Don't call it Tyson crib, this is my estate And that's so money, bitch, I'm getting cake These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah) These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah) Told these hoes I'll be back around June (Around June) Told these hoes I'll be back around June (What?!) Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter (Who?) Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter (Who) These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (What) Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter (Yeah)
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Written by: Curtis Jackson, John Jackson
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