RED CAFE - Cuffin Season (Interlude) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Let's keep that music rolling

Start the shakedown

Dj Sour Milk, huuuuuu

L.A. leakers, who kid, yeah?

These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up

I'm getting chicken in Vegas, I ain't pimping up

All gold, check the barcode

These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up

Told these hoes I'll be back around June

Told these hoes I'll be back around June

Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter

Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter

These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up

Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter

My niggas doin’ numbers, fall in, doing hundreds

It’s so cold in the fucking winter

These bitches can’t lose when they fucking winnin’

I tell a bitch anything to get her spleen popped

That’s my disclaimer, in case you see a screenshot

Outfool right, I know these chicks out fonce right

If you knock out, she record it with her I-Phone

Chicks wanna be famous

Ain’t nothin’ worse than being broke and being famous

In the club, grab ‘em bottles that ain’t yours

Then you IG phose, you hot? That’s menopause

Shallow chick, closet full of LV

Kanye got gas, and bank account, er’thing

The club dream on Saturday,

Ex had his new chick, he told you go that way

How you gonna fuck his man on spite?

And do them freak shows on skype

New album, but my car don’t even got keys

Don’t ever tell that to a rat that don’t got G’s

Niggas hate and bitches throw cheap shots

I’m in the CL, smooth, like Pete Rock

I ain’t got worries, I got get money honeys

And straight stunting girls, playboy bunnies

Pretty mixed chicas that go both ways

That one on your buns is mayonnaise