Lyrics:
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
free to say I love you
Close your eyes, now I can show how much I love you
More seasons, more bodies, less love tho
So you different, I don't trust you,
(Yah-Yah)
Chain reaction
I lock on my energy to enemies
Dagger cut through anything
I'm aimin' like it's huntin' season
(Bah) red eye on that choppa
That shit
of the park
I run tings (I'm the best in the middle)
From fifty yards I done tings (Woo)
I score goals in a season (yeah)
Pray your-goalie season
(Oi you wanna
yeah yeah yeah
Kind of miss it, your hair
Fell flawlessly, you never seemed to care
Always felt how, unfair yeah
You were warm in the eyes of the sun
your lip, it's MC season dagnabbit
And oh oh oh oh oh (whattup Chip?)
I hate rabbits! (Sh)
Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho,
fifty yards I done tings (Woo)
I score goals in a season (yeah)
Pray your-goalie season
(Oi you wanna pray your goalie sees me)
There's no use saying
what ya want
Anything at all
I've got a love for all seasons
A love for all time
I'll be the fire in your winter
The sun in your spring
I'll do
are in trouble
Your body trembles cause you love the way I touch you
So shatcha say
Love season is in progress, girl don't stress
Love's like
dick
Yeah bruh, these bitches be playing too much
Bout to put em in the scope
Take em all out
Sharpshooter Gang
Lonestar Lunatics
Bitches be playin so I
you waving at me
I feel the lightness in your step
I see the flicker of your loving eyes
In the stories that our love has kept
Song of the seasons
a couple miles from the valley that you're from
From the alleys of Racine, you got my heart racing in this lonestar
State
It was both our fate, to stumble
to read between the lines, lines
You got to read between the lines
Your replies are getting old
It's in his eyes (in his eyes)
Got to read between
I long for, the warmth of, days gone by
When you were mine
But now those days are memories in time
Life's empty, without you
By my side
My heart
See I don't traffic *****
But I'm packing *****
Getting paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We
See I don't traffic drugs
But I'm packing snubs
Getting paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We
See I don't traffic drugs
But I'm packing snubs
Gettin' paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We
a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
night
They call it the season of giving
I'm here, I'm yours for the taking
They call it the season of giving
I'm here, I'm yours
Just fall in
like Ceasar
1215 four Seasons
Shit Gorilla
Black ass skin Gorilla
Whole damn squad go realer
Beating on my chest Gorilla
Eyes red like Gorilla
On em
Eye catcher can’t let up
Let love rain next season, yeah
I want your vibe is you down to ride?
Like we playin’ chicken going head to head I’m try’na
changer invest
In your talents
Brought a horn of plenty
( background Pick for the ripening
This is your season
You are the chosen one.)
The concierge grew
your love
It's heavenly and I feel warm and safe
Just knowing that you care
That you'll always be there
To stand by me with promises you've made
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
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