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Winter

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Winter was released on December 21, 2018 by Black Circle / EMPIRE as a part of the album Winter - EP

Song Details

AlbumWinter - EP

Release DateDecember 21, 2018

LabelBlack Circle / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM119

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Money Man

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Songwriter

Tysen Jay Bolding

Tysen Jay Bolding

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tay Keith

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Damn, this shit goin' hard, Tay Keith

Yeah, yeah

Shit hard as fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)

[Verse 2]

I stack for the winter, got plenty of women

Exotic my reefer, my prices be cheaper

My car a two-seater, this hybrid sativa

I Fendi my sneakers, my side bitch a teacher

Bought two houses two grow it in, I only go in in secret

I don't want my neighbors to know, so I sneak in

Yeah, I love lil' mama, yeah, I had her weepin'

But I had her suckin' and swallowin' semen

My daughter an angel, but my car a demon

I came from the streets, yeah, the muhfuckin' cement

I'm always strong, boy, you can't find a weakness

She hit my blunt and she took off to Venus

Trap house got sticks so you **** can't breach it

Heard you ain't solid, so, no, I can't feed you

You not a wolf, dawg, so, no, I can't feed you

Re'd up myself, ****, no, I don't need you

And talkin' birds when I'm keepin' a Eagle

In the streets I'm a legend, just like I'm a Beatle

I'm sellin' gas, where I'm from, it ain't legal

I distribute and I supply the people

[Verse 3]

Yeah, yeah, she hit my blunt and she went to Uranus

Her body a work of art just like a paintin'

A **** try me and then it gon' be a slayin'

Old school Chevelle and I just got it maintenanced

Gold on my neck like a muhfuckin' Ace

I want that check right now, I be so anxious

Serve you a P while I'm rockin' Givenchy

My truck be white like a muhfuckin' honkey

Latest drip on me, they ship 'fore they launch it

Show some respect when you talkin' to bosses

Fucked her all night and it got me exhausted

Count up the check on the top floor apartment

You **** soft as fuck, you **** harmless

Draped up designer on all of my garments

Flew to New York just to shop up at Barney's

Camouflage Gucci like I'm in the Army

Sold him ten bags of exotic at Hardee's

Fifty racks stuffed in these jeans by Amiri

A hunnid pounds inside the house and they curing

[Verse 4]

I stack for the winter, got plenty of women

Exotic my reefer, my prices be cheaper

My car a two-seater, this hybrid sativa

I Fendi my sneakers, my side bitch a teacher

Bought two houses two grow it in, I only go in in secret

I don't want my neighbors to know, so I sneak in

Yeah, I love lil' mama, yeah, I had her weepin'

But I had her suckin' and swallowin' semen

My daughter an angel, but my car a demon

I came from the streets, yeah, the muhfuckin' cement

I'm always strong, boy, you can't find a weakness

She hit my blunt and she took off to Venus

Trap house got sticks so you **** can't breach it

Heard you ain't solid, so, no, I can't feed you

You not a wolf, dawg, so, no, I can't feed you

Re'd up myself ****, no, I don't need you

And talkin' birds when I'm keepin' a Eagle

In the streets I'm a legend, just like I'm a Beatle

I'm sellin' gas, where I'm from, it ain't legal

I distribute and I supply the people

[Verse 5]

I'm burnin' cookie, but I don't eat sweets

Real street **** out there fixin' my teeth

CPN crib, boy, this shit ain't in my name

Regular gas and exotic come Monday

Ain't go to church, I was trapped out on Sunday

Ballin' on **** like Antetokounmpo

White collar dollars, I found me a loophole

Lil' bitch from Glenwood, she twistin' my new grow

Indoor Gelato, I got it for two-four

Fruit loops for nineteen, but that's just some greenhouse

She come to my house to get her back beat up

Lost so many packs to UPS

I got gray hair from all the stress

I'm sellin' gas bags with no regrets

He tried to play me, got shot in the chest

I need five million from labels and no less

All this trap money I receive, I'm so blessed

My **** shooters and all of 'em solo

When it come to this street shit, my ****, I'm the culture

[Verse 6]

I stack for the winter, got plenty of women

Exotic my reefer, my prices be cheaper

My car a two-seater, this hybrid sativa

I Fendi my sneakers, my side bitch a teacher

Bought two houses two grow it in, I only go in in secret

I don't want my neighbors to know, so I sneak in

Yeah, I love lil' mama, yeah, I had her weepin'

But I had her suckin' and swallowin' semen

My daughter an angel, but my car a demon

I came from the streets, yeah, the muhfuckin' cement

I'm always strong, boy, you can't find a weakness

She hit my blunt and she took off to Venus

Trap house got sticks so you **** can't breach it

Heard you ain't solid, so, no, I can't feed you

You not a wolf, dawg, so, no, I can't feed you

Re'd up myself, ****, no, I don't need you

Written by: Brytavious Keith Chambers, Tysen Jay Bolding

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