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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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