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blammysosa - seasonal lyrics

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[intro: blammysosa]
uh
got monty with me
aye three turn me up
pow, uhh

[chorus: blammysosa]
you seasonal rappers and seasonal trappers, i got a get money addiction
wake up in the morning, this s— a religion, i go get a bag like its christmas
if i ain’t gon’ do it, n0body gon’ do it, i preyed on this money like christians’ (blaow)
and don’t get it twisted, the feelin’ i miss it, at times i do wish it was different (wish it was different)
this visa not crankin’, i’m ever down bad, that’s on god, all i need is a kitchen (all i need is a kitchen)
whole lot of pain k!llers feed this addiction, i know that my customers miss it (my customers)
dropped out for them pieces cause i got a son at the crib and the money was different (the money)
so it come to them, its no questions, more money? i’m with it, i’m in it to win it (real trap rap)

[verse 1: m3monty]
its already spring, get the geeker to clean, then get all of the snow out the dishes
he said it was strong but he had it too long, i’m already finessin’ his business
i really just met him and he not consistent, so, no i can’t give him a ticket!
he thought i was blessin’, i’m really finessin’, i don’t really care bout’ your feelings
i’m having my way with the diddy’s, get blammy finesse on the bitty
all these seasonal trappers and seasonal rappers, a whole lot of spice in the city
i don’t know if they rappin’, don’t know if they actin’, can someone just tell me the difference
its that season i’m pullin’ a mission
he not gang, gotta pay for admission
your girl went to college, she gave me that knowledge, i might just go pay her tuition
twenty-four seven i’m trappin’ i’m dealin’, you workin’ hard? man i don’t know the feelin’
my cali plug let the trees go to the ceiling
im in the alley, i’m selling prescrpitions
lavoz the landlord, ima do the eviction
seasonal junky keep scratchin’ and itchin’

[chorus: blammysosa]
you seasonal rappers and seasonal trappers, i got a get money addiction
wake up in the morning, this s— a religion, i go get a bag like its christmas
if i ain’t gon’ do it, n0body gon’ do it, i preyed on this money like christians’ (blaow)
and don’t get it twisted, the feelin’ i miss it, at times i do wish it was different (wish it was different)
this visa not crankin’, i’m ever down bad, that’s on god, all i need is a kitchen (all i need is a kitchen)
whole lot of pain k!llers feed this addiction, i know that my customers miss it (my customers)
dropped out for them pieces cause i got a son at the crib and the money was different (the money)
so it come to them, its no questions, more money? i’m with it, i’m in it to win it

[verse 2: blammysosa]
huh, it feel like its summer, these seasonal trappers not tryna get money they clockin’ out
i work twenty-four seven around the clock, give em work and you know that he coppin’ out
ain’t no questions, i been on a money mission
money coming and not with the funny business
you owe me? then just know its gon’ come with interest
punch the visa, i use to put s— on benches
ima work out the hardest, cuz i want pensions
ima make sure we free all them in detention, cause i knew what it feel to be in the cellar
need a lawyer can do no public defenders
make my money mutumbo, im not a center
you need money? i turn into h-llen keller
n—– asking for deals, so i up the rent up
he ain’t pay he get smoked, i just send my men up
never play with me dog, i don’t recommend it
you can shop with your man, my s— prolly better
she gon’ hit this s— once, she ain’t tryna get up
she gon snort off the d—, ima prolly let her
whether rain, sleet or snow, i ain’t never let up
this a twist in the plot, its a different set up
n—– dropping like checks, need get your bread up
every day its 2 packs sellin’ keep ya head up

[chorus: blammysosa]
you seasonal rappers and seasonal trappers, i got a get money addiction
wake up in the morning, this s— a religion, i go get a bag like its christmas
if i ain’t gon’ do it, n0body gon’ do it, i preyed on this money like christians’ (blaow)
and don’t get it twisted, the feelin’ i miss it, at times i do wish it was different (wish it was different)
this visa not crankin’, i’m ever down bad, that’s on god, all i need is a kitchen (all i need is a kitchen)
whole lot of pain k!llers feed this addiction, i know that my customers miss it (my customers)
dropped out for them pieces cause i got a son at the crib and the money was different (the money)
so it come to them, its no questions, more money? i’m with it, i’m in it to win it (pow pow)



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