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4 Seasons Video (MV)




Performed By: $uperF!y
Language: English
Length: 1:27
Written by: Alfonso Santiago-White
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Yeah, ha, Superfly
Heater with a switch, like a blow dryer
Smoking K2, tap the black just to go higher
Mike Tyson gun, Iron fist, bullet pro fighter
Feelin' like Optimus, primetime showstopper
Jaws drop when I open the stash
See 10 grams, 50 Cals nutritional facts
Didn't let my pistol in, so I snuck it through the back
I just took a honey pack, finna do shorty bad
So many voices in my head, these niggas started a group chat
Diamonds on chandelier, go blind if you don't move back
Pussy so good, I had to put my leg up
She wanted a meal, so I chic-fil-a her
Spinning carousel, pole sticking out the Mustang
The weed kind of smell, I can't tell, but it's musty
I just popped a seal, I'ma sip till I fade away
When the 40s spill, leave you bald-headed and ugly
I'm a sturdy nigga with no fear, posted on the block
Like a judge, serving people years
I'm not Elon Musk, still make a bird disappear
I don't give a f*ck, so let me say this very clear
I'm the man, stretch a nigga like a mic stand
Only talking to me about business
I got extra plates, extra bells like planet fitness
I'm a self-made, handsome, rich ass nigga
Fly ya bitch out to make her booty bigger
Nigga youse a booty licker
Nigga, I'm a coochie killer
I'ma step on they neck, till I make a hundred million
Either die the hero or live long enough to be the villain
I'ma Gigolo, different women, switch them like the seasons
Switch it up, all four seasons, bitch
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English

Yeah, ha, Superfly
Heater with a switch, like a blow dryer
Smoking K2, tap the black just to go higher
Mike Tyson gun, Iron fist, bullet pro fighter
Feelin' like Optimus, primetime showstopper
Jaws drop when I open the stash
See 10 grams, 50 Cals nutritional facts
Didn't let my pistol in, so I snuck it through the back
I just took a honey pack, finna do shorty bad
So many voices in my head, these niggas started a group chat
Diamonds on chandelier, go blind if you don't move back
Pussy so good, I had to put my leg up
She wanted a meal, so I chic-fil-a her
Spinning carousel, pole sticking out the Mustang
The weed kind of smell, I can't tell, but it's musty
I just popped a seal, I'ma sip till I fade away
When the 40s spill, leave you bald-headed and ugly
I'm a sturdy nigga with no fear, posted on the block
Like a judge, serving people years
I'm not Elon Musk, still make a bird disappear
I don't give a f*ck, so let me say this very clear
I'm the man, stretch a nigga like a mic stand
Only talking to me about business
I got extra plates, extra bells like planet fitness
I'm a self-made, handsome, rich ass nigga
Fly ya bitch out to make her booty bigger
Nigga youse a booty licker
Nigga, I'm a coochie killer
I'ma step on they neck, till I make a hundred million
Either die the hero or live long enough to be the villain
I'ma Gigolo, different women, switch them like the seasons
Switch it up, all four seasons, bitch
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Writer: Alfonso Santiago-White
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