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Last Winter
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Last Winter was released on April 29, 2014 by J. Cole/ DreamVille as a part of the album Last Winter
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Release DateApril 29, 2014
LabelJ. Cole/ DreamVille
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedric Brown
Cedric Brown
Songwriter
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Charles Simmons
Charles Simmons
Songwriter
Frank Alstin
Frank Alstin
Songwriter
Richard Roebuck
Richard Roebuck
Songwriter
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cedric Brown
Cedric Brown
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Faded on the Henny, I'ma need the Champagne
Mayor of my city, I don't even campaign
We never say sorry, fuck the authorities
I get stamps from customs, you get them
From the club, man check your priorities
[Verse 2]
See DB hate his job but DB half way to a DB9
I think he'll be fine
And Doubi out in Cannes every summer
Hit me like Bas gotta come on time
And Ash out in Dubai and Gwelly, my ****
I ain't seen him in a minute
Some he probably got a new ride
And Gunna one hunnid and Reg gettin' fed
My **** 500 and my **** is a Q ride
Reminiscing on the Q ride, I'm talking about the bus
They talking about the city, now they talk about us
Nas **** 50 I need money like Puff, man
I be on my grind till I'm on the Mount Rush
And Ced just got bread, cop a ounce, puff
Don't care, ****, next year, charge it to the budget
Fuck it, last winter
[Verse 3]
You got a fatty honey, I could build a tent on it
Being ya girls too, whole clique roll it
Ride around the city, no tints on it
Get money, throw it around like dick to these hoes
Stick to the code, you murky water
But you only like hip to the toes
I'm hip to it, this how you get to it
You ready? Get to it, take another hit to the heady
Wooh, take another sip now
**** get a grip, get a grip ****, sprint to the fetty
[Verse 4]
Yeah! We never say sorry, fuck the authorities
I get stamps from customs you get them
From the club man, check your priorities
[Verse 5]
****, fuck lions, tigers and a bear too
I'ma plant a money tree and to bear fruit
Ced on the beat, this is year two
Bitch, all of my dreams just seem so lucid
Man, what is life? I don't know but I love this life
Last winter, four hundred nights
She a freak in the sheets, all one at night
But don't tell, you **** never see me
Black Santa on Santarelli Paris France, I be no L
Living out of hotels but oh well
'Cause this shit pays so well
And we run it, them **** wanna front
Play dumb but they know well
Bring it back
Them bitches wanna front play dumb
But they know well, she ain't heard from me
Last winter
[Verse 6]
She always call me on my phone sayin'
Bassy, when I see you?
Told her only at my show
Last winter
Last winter
She always call me on my phone sayin'
Bassy, when I see you?
Told her only at my show
Last winter
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Cedric Brown, Charles Simmons, Frank Alstin, Richard Roebuck, Ron Gilmore
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