Lyrics Wintertime – Don’t Make Me
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Don’t make me have to flex on you, baby
I’m not the type to flex on you, baby
You gotta change that attitude, baby
Cause you need me, I don’t need you, baby
I’m all about my revenue, baby
Pull up on your avenue, skurt skurt
You blowin’ up my telephone (blurr blurr)
I just took a flight, I’m posted out in Malibu, aye
Touchdown in a Porsche, whole style on froze
Got alot of hoes like lows, it’s winter, girl, you need a coat
I’m the opposite of most, get some money then I’m ghost
If finessin’ was a sport, then I would’ve went pro
And I look like Jean Claude Van Damme back in Bloodsport
And I’m facin’ Ls back to back like a loser
And I’m facin’ Ls back to back like they’re Newports
Damn, damn, I just ashed a blunt on my Concords
Don’t make me have to flex on you, baby
I’m not the type to flex on you, baby
You gotta change that attitude, baby
Cause you need me, I don’t need you, baby