Z H I N O - Season Winner Lyrics

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Yeah yeah yeah, Sweet boy mean pen
Stop chatting fam I never left, huh
They couldn't cope with these thoughts in my head, uh
I couldn't cope with these thoughts in my head
And now my thoughts get me head, I turned the table instead
I, remember thinking 'bout the drive got me tired
Only drive that I know now is my Uber, natural attire: hardrive, computer
And it's really just simple, I'm doing bits
They cross like a crucifix
They pray to god, whilst I look like a prey to god
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Any rapper thinking that he sweet turned sour
Any girl who acted sour turned sweet
Just to meet the young G, yes please
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
So say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for
Big man who you really talking too, uh
Seen the door a young G walking through, uh
Now you hate cuz you can't make these moves, uh
Yeah you hate, cuz your ting makes moves on da G
I can agree
Creating something super, the young Stan Lee
You should take a seat if you can't stand me
And loosen your grip if you can't handle me
Cuz where I come from you wait your turn my G
Ironic how they say I was born with the key
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Any rapper thinking that he sweet turned sour
Any girl who acted sour turned sweet
Just to meet the young G, yes please
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
So say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, Sweet boy mean pen
Stop chatting fam I never left, huh
They couldn't cope with these thoughts in my head, uh
I couldn't cope with these thoughts in my head
And now my thoughts get me head, I turned the table instead
I, remember thinking 'bout the drive got me tired
Only drive that I know now is my Uber, natural attire: hardrive, computer
And it's really just simple, I'm doing bits
They cross like a crucifix
They pray to god, whilst I look like a prey to god
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Any rapper thinking that he sweet turned sour
Any girl who acted sour turned sweet
Just to meet the young G, yes please
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
So say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for
Big man who you really talking too, uh
Seen the door a young G walking through, uh
Now you hate cuz you can't make these moves, uh
Yeah you hate, cuz your ting makes moves on da G
I can agree
Creating something super, the young Stan Lee
You should take a seat if you can't stand me
And loosen your grip if you can't handle me
Cuz where I come from you wait your turn my G
Ironic how they say I was born with the key
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Any rapper thinking that he sweet turned sour
Any girl who acted sour turned sweet
Just to meet the young G, yes please
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
They say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for dinner
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
So say hi to the season winner, true born killer
My life only get bigger, yeah
Big track spinner, natural glimmer
Eat emcee for
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi
Say hi