Red Cafe - Cuffin Season Lyrics
(Intro)Let's keep that music rollingStart the shakedownDj Sour Milk, huuuuuuL.A. leakers, who kid, yeah?These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking upI'm getting chicken in Vegas, I ain't pimping upAll gold, check the barcodeThese hoes keep calling, I ain't picking upTold these hoes I'll be back around JuneTold these hoes I'll be back around JuneBetter yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winterDamn, it's so cold in the *****ing winterThese hoes keep calling, I ain't picking upDamn, I'm so cold in the *****ing winterMy niggas doin' numbers, fall in, doing hundredsIt's so cold in the *****ing winterThese *****es can't lose when they *****ing winnin'I tell a ***** anything to get her spleen poppedThat's my disclaimer, in case you see a screenshotOutfool right, I know these chicks out fonce rightIf you knock out, she record it with her I-PhoneChicks wanna be famousAin't nothin' worse than being broke and being famousIn the club, grab 'em bottles that ain't yoursThen you IG phose, you hot? That's menopauseShallow chick, closet full of LVKanye got gas, and bank account, er'thingThe club dream on Saturday,Ex had his new chick, he told you go that wayHow you gonna ***** his man on spite?And do them freak shows on skypeNew album, but my car don't even got keysDon't ever tell that to a rat that don't got G'sNiggas hate and *****es throw cheap shotsI'm in the CL, smooth, like Pete RockI ain't got worries, I got get money honeysAnd straight stunting girls, playboy bunniesPretty mixed chicas that go both waysThat one on your buns is mayonnaise
