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Sweet November Video (MV)




Performed By: Chri$tian
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Christian Burrell Fuller




Chri$tian - Sweet November Lyrics
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Ayy November, it's basically winter
Bitch, I'm not playin', it's about to be December
I go to the gym but I'm not a member
I make these shakes with a blender
I have an agenda but yo' name is not Brenda
But I know you a spender
And I'm not a lender, but family defends her
All of this is a blur, she be like, "Are you sure?"
Your heart is so pure, she's so mature
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
Ayy December, it's gon' be like five degrees
But it ain't gone be no bees
I be prayin' on my knees
Don't you feel that cold breeze?
You always sayin' yo' name Louise
And I saw you talkin' to Denise
Wait, I think it was Marie
Can you just leave me be? All I want is my key
I will go to Tennessee
It's like Grown-Ups, you Hiccups McGee
You need to look up and see
You actin' like you are three
I just need you to talk to me
Just go on a shopping spree
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
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Ayy November, it's basically winter
Bitch, I'm not playin', it's about to be December
I go to the gym but I'm not a member
I make these shakes with a blender
I have an agenda but yo' name is not Brenda
But I know you a spender
And I'm not a lender, but family defends her
All of this is a blur, she be like, "Are you sure?"
Your heart is so pure, she's so mature
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
Ayy December, it's gon' be like five degrees
But it ain't gone be no bees
I be prayin' on my knees
Don't you feel that cold breeze?
You always sayin' yo' name Louise
And I saw you talkin' to Denise
Wait, I think it was Marie
Can you just leave me be? All I want is my key
I will go to Tennessee
It's like Grown-Ups, you Hiccups McGee
You need to look up and see
You actin' like you are three
I just need you to talk to me
Just go on a shopping spree
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said, "Nigga, are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a postcard
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Writer: Christian Burrell Fuller
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