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the yze & lord pablo the 5th - winter lyrics

[intro: lord pablo]
yo
four seasons let’s go baby
lord

[lord pablo the 5th]
gun to your head russian roulette
i spit a couple bars now she leaking now she too wet
yeah i’m with the stars, yeah i’m beaming, yeah i’m too set
cartier for my b yeah no offset
had a shawty off of corlett
shawty had potential but shawty had no progress
i could even tell by the way shawty would dress
now i’m done with all that sh+t back to the more checks
shout out to my sa and malawi realest connects
back to the
i mean your raps dinner
and i eat ’em up by god’s grace i spit it back at ya
i’m mad n+gga
better react n+gga
30 for a verse is what a n+gga charging next winter
i had to call up yze, tell him we gon’ spaze it out
this for real n+ggas, small mouth and big accounts
this for all the haters ever had an inch of doubt
but nothing for them n+ggas that only hate for clout
the baddest ting the baddest ting i lay that p+ssy out
dangling my dingaling i put it in her mouth
i gotta get it for my n+ggas in the south
if a n+gga ain’t gon get it then a n+gga seeing clouds
bring out your best rapper
the one you chase after
tell ’em pablo spraying 16s in amgs
and i ain’t even got those keys but blessed indeed
imma go smoke my weed i mean my trees
cause everybody so pc oops i mean
everybody down with culture but not with the vultures
everybody got a melania you trumping culture
i ain’t even drip in designer i drip in v+g+n+
how you gon’ tell me i’m losing you n+ggas are liars
first n+gga spitting the heat i invented the fire
your girlfriend been on her knees and i’m who she desires
real n+gga pull out the keys and i’m burning the tires
[bridge: lord pablo]
i told you n+ggas
y’all really wanted me to rap
now it’s over
it’s over
scary
but i told ya

[chorus: lord pablo]
gone for the summer
home for the winter
chilling in the autumn
splashing in the spring
family bonds on the ting
pulling all the strings
rolling at the crib
’bout to take a trip

[the yze]
timbalands and coat strapped
stab wounds on my lower back
experience yea i got that
it shouldn’t be hard to be black
wealth coated in rands pounds and dollars
swiss francs for my future sons and daughters
they gotta put in the work but never struggle to start up
my wife gon’ have the keys call her mrs carter
i’m tired of small nav chats
on who mang mang smashed
or who paid for ass
versace sheets on the mat
balance sheet too whack
non blacks on crack but blacks still can’t crack the fact that we’re last
gotta pull it together
by the time that it rains
we ain’t prepared for the weather
drenched in envy and greed
when one of us pops
we start to fall apart
falling short bonaparte
yo yze finish ’em
with the bars i’m always strapped
your favorite rapper don’t write their raps
like their wi+fi they potential capped
like these sa artists who don’t know the map
afro queen with a fine physique
and her heart, mind and soul in a different league
it ain’t swag to abuse nor k!ll our queens
looking in the room i don’t see no kings
sipping local gin in a gold glass
as my haters watch me have the last laugh
[chorus: lord pablo]
gone for the summer
home for the winter
chilling in the autumn
splashing in the spring
family bonds on the ting
pulling all the strings
rolling at the crib
’bout to take a trip
gone for the summer
home for the winter
chilling in the autumn
splashing in the spring
family bonds on the ting
pulling all the strings
rolling at the crib
’bout to take a trip

[outro]
family bonds
4 seasons
it’s over

- the yze lord pablo the 5th lyrics

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