7am In Minnesota Lyrics

Ooh, taste like the season on me Ooh, taste like the season on me

Right in the asses Wait a minute, so who's next

Ooh, taste like the season on me This nigga blow up on the slip on the couch

Fuck your bitch I'm just sippin' drink to keep me up

Ooh, taste like the season on me I think that was my cue right there

Baby girl, your heart cold, ice glacier I give you the run around, I never chase ya

Even if I lick on her, I don't need a chaser Type to fuck the bitch and tell her I'll see

you later I'ma eat her out, hell nah, I don't date her

Then drop off to you like he'll take her You the type to show love and really be a

hater I need ice around me, no Olympics cater

Don't let em in your brain, they'll manipulate ya

Always tryna start shit, they some instigators It seem like when you down that they really

hate ya Just get your power back like a generator

Newsflash, newsroom, I see plenty paper

Ooh, taste like the season on me

I know a bad bitch heart colder than January And she said she always like a missionary

Friday the 13th, this shit gettin' scary Need me a black bitch, she look like Halle Berry

But she can't be black like my lil' homie Terry I was tryna ball hard like my first name was Larry

Peter Pan, you a grown man, turn to a fairy I keep the sticks, smoke a potter, man, my name

should be Harry Or maybe I should chill

Blackjack the only way I see me winnin', do a deal

Boy, you too fake to realize when you got somethin' real

Pay medication, so I guess I'm used to poppin' pills

Can't move wrong when you grown, gotta keep the still

Remember I was young, I was dumb, I used to have to steal

They say I wouldn't be shit, but I say yes, I will

Nigga, stop that cap, all that shit just for image

We'll make your ass come up missing, no magician

Pill like Tyson, the way that that bitch be hittin

I be tryna ball hard, but nah, I ain't no Piston

Ooh, taste like the season on me

My love fade away like Jordan, baby, but I'm Scottie Pimpin

Wanna see you shine bright like Rihanna, watch you glisten

I treat my baby mama different like I'm Tristan

I was tryna sip that Wok, but you get that Tristan

I ain't care about that hoe, once she come up missin

Walk my heart far away, I love you from a distance

We too loud, I can't hear you, I'm barely listen

Boy, your ass broke as hell, nigga, ain't no fixin

And everybody who said they got your back, they just went missin

Guess everybody's selfie for the bigger image

In my eyes, you my brother, there ain't no competition

I'll burn anybody for you, fuck the opposition

I ain't make no deal with you, fuck your proposition

Fourth quarter game on the line, they put me in it

Ooh, taste like the season on me

Yeah, it's motherfuckin' 7.30 right now

And I'm fuckin' Minnesota, the sun is just not comin' up

This nigga blow sleep right now on the couch

I'm still up to this drink that she gave me

I'm damn near finna pass out too

Taste like the season on me

Yeah, we are