My December
Bitch it's cold outside
I stay in the lobby, I ain't moving, uh
Listening to My December
Off the earth, didn't bring my feelings
I tell lil' shawty we should end up here if you don't wanna suffer
Don't ask me how much I charge
You know I keep this shit fair
You know I keep this shit real
You know I'ma let that lean spill
I don't do this shit for no bills
Yes, I do this shit for a reason
Black fit for every season
Let her smoke on the bed like Pulp Fiction
Everything real, no fiction
Fuck a black hoe, biracial
I'm a one of a kind, I'm special
Fuck what you saying
Fuck what you thinking
You just be talking and damn
You ain't got no life and that's real
That's all you gotta do and that's real
Stupid shit
You a silly and a phony hoe on some stupid shit
You hate yourself so you trash talking, yeah that's some basic shit
It's hard to care about some critics when you be trolling and shit
This music world really taught me that nobody cares
Bitch it's cold outside
I stay in the lobby, I ain't moving, uh
Listening to My December
Off the earth, didn't bring my feelings
I tell lil' shawty we should end up here if you don't wanna suffer
Don't ask me how much I charge
You know I keep this shit fair
Really be cracking the seal
Got some brothers they high off the pills
And the demons they trynna kill
Don't call my phone lil' bitch, I'm busy
And if you trynna to leave a voicemail
I'ma put that shit in the bin
I stay in the lobby, I ain't moving, uh
Listening to My December
Off the earth, didn't bring my feelings
I tell lil' shawty we should end up here if you don't wanna suffer
Don't ask me how much I charge
You know I keep this shit fair
You know I keep this shit real
You know I'ma let that lean spill
I don't do this shit for no bills
Yes, I do this shit for a reason
Black fit for every season
Let her smoke on the bed like Pulp Fiction
Everything real, no fiction
Fuck a black hoe, biracial
I'm a one of a kind, I'm special
Fuck what you saying
Fuck what you thinking
You just be talking and damn
You ain't got no life and that's real
That's all you gotta do and that's real
Stupid shit
You a silly and a phony hoe on some stupid shit
You hate yourself so you trash talking, yeah that's some basic shit
It's hard to care about some critics when you be trolling and shit
This music world really taught me that nobody cares
Bitch it's cold outside
I stay in the lobby, I ain't moving, uh
Listening to My December
Off the earth, didn't bring my feelings
I tell lil' shawty we should end up here if you don't wanna suffer
Don't ask me how much I charge
You know I keep this shit fair
Really be cracking the seal
Got some brothers they high off the pills
And the demons they trynna kill
Don't call my phone lil' bitch, I'm busy
And if you trynna to leave a voicemail
I'ma put that shit in the bin
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Writer(s): Dorian Dani
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