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wintertime - i should stop lyrics

[hook: wintertime x2]
i should stop smoking dope
i should stop taking xans
i should stop sippin’ lean
i should stop rollin’ grams
i should stop, i should stop, i should stop, i should stop
but i won’t, i will not, no i won’t, i will not

[verse 1: wintertime]
young boy, just turned 19 on the scene
super clean, i could f-ck the girl of your dreams
i just popped a bean, i love me, f-ck your team
d-mn, i’m so pretty and my b-tch rock supreme
spinnin’ my wrist, spinnin’ my wrist, spinnin’ my wrist
doin’ my dance, finessin’ the earth, f-ck on yo b-tch
f-ck all the fame, f-ck all the clout, i wanna be rich
where’s all the money that these n-gg-s rappin’ about?
that sh-t don’t exist, ayy
i ain’t seen it, i ain’t seen it, have you seen it?
young winter tryna ball, i’m gilbert arenas
let a n-gg- f-ck around with my money, i’ma see him
put a n-gg- on a milk carton, have you seen him?
glo’d up on these n-gg-s, all up in your speakers
i don’t f-ck with your song, you gon’ pay for this feature
if your moneys short, you can michael jackson beat it
young winter on the court, you n-gg-s in the bleachers
young mamba man put the beat in the casket
young winter, young crouching tiger hidden dragon
finesse you out your riches, look at me i am the captain now
finesse you out your b-tches, look at me i am the captain now

[verse 2: pollari]
lil’ llàri f-cking on your b-tch once again
lil’ llàri finesse you out them chips, out them grams
lil’ llàri turn your main girl into a fan
lil’ llàri keep the drummer waiting like a band
marsha love my tongue, my brother keep hoes
all my friends on go, all my friends on go
my twin got them hoes, my twin got them hoes
who you think you know? who you think you know?
playin’ with it, stayin’ with it
i might call up shooter, he be layin’ with it
playin’ with it, stayin’ with it
i might call up shooter, he be layin’ with it
thrasher on my sleeve, marsèll on my feet
i can do whatever i wish, i’m mr t
thrasher on my sleeve, marsèll on my feet
i can do whatever i wish, i’m mr t
fendi my loafer, move like a golfer
she comin’ over, she comin’ over
fendi my loafer, move like a golfer
she comin’ over, she comin’ over

- wintertime lyrics

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