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season - lildre556 lyrics

b*tch i woke up
it’s another day
keep that glizzy, like everyday a holiday
and the opps getting 30, no fadeaway
yea these b*tches getting fake then the broad day
and they know not to pull in this park way
hit a opp in the chest at his heart rate
[?] one more time, get heartbreak
and motherf*ckers be lying
for no reason i changed my gen
like the season
you ain’t giving top b*tch ain’t sh*t pleasing
aye, lil bro would crash, for no reason
i stay with my ski, no matter the season
i swear n*ggas gnat spray, just like z
b*tch i feel like lil de, i’m 4 peeving
why did you cut em off if you know you need them
b*tch i got something, hit they ass up in the winter
dead opps get mixed, n*gga in the blender
aye, i miss match that foreign sh*t, but i ain’t trying be drippy
if that sh*t ain’t about that bag b*tch, i ain’t tryna kick it
what you know about them bags b*tch
pick it up and flip it
remember unc right up in that kitchen
now he fighting a sentence
windows tinted, tryna see who in it
you n*ggas be broke, never touched lenox
b*tch i’m in saks tryna drop a 50
know lildre gon stay on his pivot
you know young n*gga he all about digits
get money gang n*gga better get with it
n*ggas be broke than a f*ck
and these n*ggas be b*tches
n*ggas be soft
n*ggas be tissue
n*ggas know i mad if this sh*t was really a issue
opps try to text my phone
he get no reply
i’ma get up with you
birds chirping, i’m getting up with em
like a ref, i be blowing my whistle
i might just f*ck this lil hoe and her sister
i might just pass that lil b*tch to my n*gga
she for the bro
aye, don’t get exposed
cause i swear n*ggas hoe
cause i swear n*ggas broke
this sh*t ain’t no joke
better add up some cake
or your ass be pope
aye, this n*gga works for the po
opp b*tch and she just gave me the low
try me the block and beat that sh*t some more
i only smoke exotic b*tch i need some more
i might trap on high swag, ain’t low
tryna take [?]
aye, this sh*t hit his neck, hit his throat
aye, none of my sh*t be wrote
aye, they tryna write this sh*t down in the notes
b*tch i put the fye in the coat
i told them to tell me some sh*t i don’t know
even at red lights b*tch i’m on go
he mad cause n*gga put d*ck in his hoe

- lildre556 lyrics

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