Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, baby, I promise you this
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I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss
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[Hook]
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These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
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These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
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Told these hoes I'll be back around June
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Told these hoes I'll be back around June
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Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter
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Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter
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These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
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Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter
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[Verse 1]
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You was in La Marina all summer
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You was up in toxic all summer
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Now it's getting chilly, that's the fall coming
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Now a nigga get a call from her
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What's up? How you been? How was summer? Hotter then
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I'm like some bitch stringing me along like a violin
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She was too busy hosting, on Instagram posting
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Hashtag no filter AKA ho filter
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With the innocent face, but she so guilty (she did it)
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Now I'm a take her in like a ho shelter
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When there's a few niggas that I know killed her
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4 Celtics, Knicks guard, you know Felton
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This nigga in Atlanta air tranna, no delta
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Been naughty all year trying to end it nicely
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Summer hoes turning into winter wifeys
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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You was in club Liv every Sunday, you was in KoD every Monday
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Just like Lil Wayne said: ˇ°Liv on Sundays, King of Diamonds Mondayˇ±
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Oh, you been working out? You think I'm dumb or what?
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I know how a winter gut turn into a summer butt
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She bartend, he paid for the shots
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But why the limearita for the thots?
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Hard dick and bazooka, maybe a little hooka
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She thinking falip, I'm think chipotle
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I heard bitches commit sins for chipotle
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Every rapper in a cypher, every player in a huddle
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You really wanna fuck, but you say you want to cuddle
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You posing like you balling, but you really in a struggle
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Your captions be deep, but you shallow as a puddle
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Turn down for what?
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[Hook]
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Cuffin Season
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| Fabolous |
