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rock shiesty – 4seasons lyrics

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(hook)

ayyyee
hop out the whip
turn it off with the push of a b-tton
ya hoe she be gettin on my nerves
that b-tch just like pushing my b-ttons
guapped up, got that bag , that ain’t luggage
you basic, you not bad, grab ya luggage hoe
i be out here on the f-cking road
smoking dope by my loney can’t trust a soul
its me who her monday man crush is
must be buggin lil b-tch i ain’t cuffin nothing
i dont wanna f-ck, you too easy
just gimme the neck and be easy
two jobs but a n-gg- still struggling
guess im going right back to hustling
n-gg- we be hittin licks for no reason
twenty four seven all year 4seasons

(verse)

man these b-tches be trifling as shit
sometimes i be scared to put pipe in a b-tch
might f-ck up leave a life in a b-tch
but i dont care if she pregnant on my soul i ain’t wifin up shit

i can’t stand these hoes
tryna take all my money wanna land me broke
i worked for all my hunnits, every d-mn zero
i can’t save a hoe, i ain’t no dammn hero

ain’t n-body ever did shit for me
everything paid for, n-gg-s never did shit for free
i was out there on my own
tryna make a couple dollars, just to get some shit to eat

long days in the sun
long nights in the rain
just tryna get paid, all the pain i been through
n-gg-s can’t understand what i been through
or even live thru the wild shit we got into

so

i put my ear to streets
i want hear what the streets talking bout
cause back in the days, used to fight with our hands
but since they took my bro, its this heat talking now

so many guns on the e
bro said keep my eyes open
how heavy the beef gettin now, so we beef ready now
hope streets ready
bro coming home real soon i could see fetty now

(hook)

ayyyee
hop out the whip
turn it off with the push of a b-tton
ya hoe she be gettin on my nerves
that b-tch just like pushing my b-ttons
guapped up, got that bag , that ain’t luggage
you basic, you not bad, grab ya luggage hoe
i be out here on the f-cking road
smoking dope by my loney can’t trust a soul
its me who her monday man crush is
must be buggin lil b-tch i ain’t cuffin nothing
i dont wanna f-ck, you too easy
just gimme the neck and be easy
two jobs but a n-gg- still struggling
guess im going right back to hustling
n-gg- we be hittin licks for no reason
twenty four seven all year 4seasons



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