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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Michael Burrell Fuller
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye November
It is basically Winter
Bitch I'm not playing
It's about to be December
I go to the gym but...
I'm not a member
I make these shakes with a blender
I have an agenda
But yo name is not Brenda
But I know you a spenda'
And I'm not a lender
My family defends her
All of this is a blur
She be like "Are you sure"
Your heart is so pure
She is so mature
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said "Nigga, Are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a post card
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said "Nigga, Are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a post card
Aye December
It's gone be like 5 degrees
But it ain't gone be no bees
I be praying on my knees
Don't you feel that cold breeze?
You always saying yo name Louise
And I saw you talking to Denise
Wait I think it was Marie
Can you just leave me be?
All I want is my key
I will go to Tennessee
It's like Grown Ups
You Hiccups McGee
You need to look up and see
You acting like you are three
I just need you to talk to me
Just go on a shopping spree
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said "Nigga, Are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a post card
Sweet November
Why you hit me so hard?
Your not a security guard
And I'm not giving you my card
I see you in the backyard
Is this cake made of lard?
I said "Nigga, Are you a retard?"
I'll just send you a post card
Writer(s): Christian Burrell Fuller
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