Sonaro - For The Winter lyrics

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Sonaro - For The Winter lyrics

(Verse 1) Bodies drop like the rain, for the winter I'm in the range, with your dame, for the winter My heart froze like my chain, for the winter Go to church, cause I'm a sinner in the winter I'm in my burk, I'm a winner for the winter Money pouring out, like a printer in the winter Had them foreigners out, now it's timbs for the winter Ass poking out she a sin in the winter They way she k**ing them, need a rev for the winter Boys we k**ing them for dead prez in the winter 9 filled with some lead for the winter Dime off a pill give me head in the winter Made 2 dimes off a pill, no Dre beats for the winter That 9 never chill, I keep the heat for the winter Trapping on the corner, just to eat in the winter Steak on my plate, a straight for feast for dinner Lord (Hook) Winter time shootouts, keep a vest Monclare, 40 belows, gotta keep it fresh No time for hollywood b**hes, gotta get it For the wintertime Money on mind like a fided Winter time shootouts, keep a vest Roll it up, smoke a blunt to the face when I'm stressed My Chain hang like Christmas ornaments Smoke weed, sip lean, money well spent (lord) (Verse 2) I bought a ski mask for the winter All black with a new Gat for the winter No more bus I got options for the winter Shawty gon let me bust for a ride in the winter (lord) Ass poking out, like her lip when she pout p**y clean face mean like a dealer in a drought She told me all she wanna do is party Her role model probably cardi She just wanna sip Bacardi, and give top In a rari I'm a** grabber when I'm sippin off the henny Give it to her a haradayway Like penny Let a n***a act up, I lift this Mac up Try to run, beam on the gun, tear his backup Haters mouths keep running, can't do nun but love it Hoping to get me down, but I'm too high above it b**h you ain't my bride, I ain't your groom I f**ed you once in a Telly room The songs called for the winter But the video gon be in June (hook) Winter time shootouts, keep a vest Monclare, 40 belows, gotta keep it fresh No time for hollywood b**hes, gotta get it For the wintertime Money on mind like a fided Winter time shootouts, keep a vest Roll it up, smoke a blunt to the face when I'm stressed My Chain hang like Christmas ornaments Smoke weed, sip lean, money well spent (lord)

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