Below, you will find the lyrics for FOUR SEASONS by BIA.
Turn me up a lil'
(yeah)
You like these bitches for the wrong reasons
I fight demons, I left all mine at Four Seasons
I changed the weather, I'll be gone 'til November
I crossed paths with rappers that be hard to remember
Athletes in my DM, wish they baby mama see 'em
That's the type of money I pay in per diem
Do it look like I wear Gucci bags?
Do it look like I'm the type to make your exes and your groupies mad?
Probably never fucked a bitch that had a bigger bag
And by judgin' that off the bitches you already had
If I learned one thing from my dad
It's dependin' on a nigga have you goin' out sad
Fool me once and that's a shame on you
Fool me twice and I can't never put that blame on you
I know they hate it when you run the game they ran on you
Talk to God 'fore you ever tatt' my name on you
Never 'ave been seeing this yet
And I dey here before my maiden tek and mi neva see it yet
So anybody see it dem lie, cah we neva see it yet
And we want back everyting
Laptop, phone, everyting
Everyting, everyting, everyting
Everyting, everyting
I got everything that I wanted
I get, I get everything that I want
I got everything that I wanted
I get, I get everything that I want
I get, I get everything that I wanted
I get, I get everything that I want
I get, I get everything that I want
I get, I get everything that I want