FOUR SEASONS

Uh, uh, uh (turn me up a little)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)

You like these bitches for the wrong reasons (uh)
I fight demons, I left all mine at Four Seasons (at Four Seasons)
I change the weather, I'll be gone 'til November
I cross paths with rappers that be hard to remember (hard to remember)
Athletes in my DM, wish they baby mama see 'em
That's the type of money I pay 'em per diem (girl, you should see 'em)
Do it look like I wear Gucci bags? (Never)
Do it look like I'm the type to make your exes and your groupies mad?
Probably never fucked a bitch that had a bigger bag
And by judgin' that off the bitches you already had (ew)
If I learned one thing from my dad
It's dependin' on a nigga'll have you goin' out sad (goin' out sad)
Fool me once and that's a shame on you (shame on you)
Fool me twice and I can't never put that blame on you (never)
I know they hate it when you run the game they ran on you
Talk to God 'fore you ever tat my name on you

Never 'ave been seeing this yet
And I dey here before my maiden and mi neva see it yet
So anybody see it dem lie, cah we neva see it yet
I want back everything
Laptop, phone, everything
Everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything

I get everything that I wanted (everything)
(I get) I get everything that I want (everything)
I get everything that I wanted (everything)
(I get) I get everything that I want (everything)
(I get) I get everything that I wanted (everything)
(I get) I get everything that I want (everything)
(I-I-I get) I get everything that I wanted (everything)
(I get) I get everything that I want (everything)



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade, Patrick Brown, Raymon Ameer Murray
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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