Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
I be they dnt believe it
She on the x when I leave her
I'm tryna flex for the evening
Fallacious if I let her
Ask how I feel I say better
I get one up on who ever
They wanna run up I say let em
Whole lot of pieces to pick up
Y'all can get stuck tryna stick up
My bitch she suck when I sit up
Always on go when I get up
Don't call my phone I won't pick up
My sneakers fresh when I kick up
I bring the kit when I kick up
My kitchen sinks full of whip up
I whip the shits in the kitchen
She keeps on clicking my pictures
If I click my heels she's appearing
I keep a clip by the pillars
All of my opps disappearing
These nikkas they ain't 'bout nothing
I'm in her mouth where I'm nutting
I want a house in the mountains
I had enough of y'all bum shit
Y'all never done with the dumb shit
I need my chickens the drumsticks
We're doing numbers we dunk shit
We NBA we gone ball yea
I need the beans I need Goya
It's been a min I'm on go yea
I'm in a home with your hoe yea
Nah nikka you cannot go there
How you gone ride you got no fare
What life is like? I'm like no fair
I just rolled up I got no flare
When I roll up there like woah there
My hooded tight for the cold yea
Little hood life getting cold yea
Zip up my coat when I cope here
Two different meanings of dope here
I make em feel what I wrote yea
She gets a thrill when I choke her
She calls me dad when I stroke her
I just be stoked when I'm finished
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
I be they dnt believe it
She on the x when I leave her
I'm tryna flex for the evening
Fallacious if I let her
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Kutty Chris BanGa - Seasons Lyrics
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Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
I be they dnt believe it
She on the x when I leave her
I'm tryna flex for the evening
Fallacious if I let her
Ask how I feel I say better
I get one up on who ever
They wanna run up I say let em
Whole lot of pieces to pick up
Y'all can get stuck tryna stick up
My bitch she suck when I sit up
Always on go when I get up
Don't call my phone I won't pick up
My sneakers fresh when I kick up
I bring the kit when I kick up
My kitchen sinks full of whip up
I whip the shits in the kitchen
She keeps on clicking my pictures
If I click my heels she's appearing
I keep a clip by the pillars
All of my opps disappearing
These nikkas they ain't 'bout nothing
I'm in her mouth where I'm nutting
I want a house in the mountains
I had enough of y'all bum shit
Y'all never done with the dumb shit
I need my chickens the drumsticks
We're doing numbers we dunk shit
We NBA we gone ball yea
I need the beans I need Goya
It's been a min I'm on go yea
I'm in a home with your hoe yea
Nah nikka you cannot go there
How you gone ride you got no fare
What life is like? I'm like no fair
I just rolled up I got no flare
When I roll up there like woah there
My hooded tight for the cold yea
Little hood life getting cold yea
Zip up my coat when I cope here
Two different meanings of dope here
I make em feel what I wrote yea
She gets a thrill when I choke her
She calls me dad when I stroke her
I just be stoked when I'm finished
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
I be they dnt believe it
She on the x when I leave her
I'm tryna flex for the evening
Fallacious if I let her
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
YEAH yeah
I be they dnt believe it
She on the x when I leave her
I'm tryna flex for the evening
Fallacious if I let her
Ask how I feel I say better
I get one up on who ever
They wanna run up I say let em
Whole lot of pieces to pick up
Y'all can get stuck tryna stick up
My bitch she suck when I sit up
Always on go when I get up
Don't call my phone I won't pick up
My sneakers fresh when I kick up
I bring the kit when I kick up
My kitchen sinks full of whip up
I whip the shits in the kitchen
She keeps on clicking my pictures
If I click my heels she's appearing
I keep a clip by the pillars
All of my opps disappearing
These nikkas they ain't 'bout nothing
I'm in her mouth where I'm nutting
I want a house in the mountains
I had enough of y'all bum shit
Y'all never done with the dumb shit
I need my chickens the drumsticks
We're doing numbers we dunk shit
We NBA we gone ball yea
I need the beans I need Goya
It's been a min I'm on go yea
I'm in a home with your hoe yea
Nah nikka you cannot go there
How you gone ride you got no fare
What life is like? I'm like no fair
I just rolled up I got no flare
When I roll up there like woah there
My hooded tight for the cold yea
Little hood life getting cold yea
Zip up my coat when I cope here
Two different meanings of dope here
I make em feel what I wrote yea
She gets a thrill when I choke her
She calls me dad when I stroke her
I just be stoked when I'm finished
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
I be they dnt believe it
She on the x when I leave her
I'm tryna flex for the evening
Fallacious if I let her
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Yea
Hot thang on my line
Spring when she wanna fall
Yea
Shine like summer time
Yea
When they check my watch it ain't for the time
Clock on winter breeze
Yea
They see son all the time
Writer: CHRIS STGILLES
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