Dear Winter

Uh Riiight

Dear Winter I know you gon' miss me

Know we go together like cargos and Rugby's

Tracksuits and Laver sneakers

A Smoke DZA song with a Big K.R.I.T feature

She crack the door open I just put my feet in

A couple slurs about smoking some herb

And we'll pick it back up where we just left off

They don't understand how I'm just that frost

Her daddy was a hustler a political man

And her boyfriend just did 8 months in the can

Niggas keep reminding me but I'm like "And?"

Them niggas had their run now it's time to expand

Fuckin' with shorty I got my cheddar up

She need a NY nigga to match her temperature

So fuck them other guys that criticize

Besides I know where I lie through Winter's eyes

Kush Da Button they ain't understand

Wanted to hate but THC changed they plans

Think I got her with my hustler poems

Then I took 'em 'round the corner on Rolling Stoned

Right It's all good you could talk poppa

Itunes top 10 with the chart toppers

That didn't happen though real life

Uh right

But I'm good for now

In the hood for now

Got to handle a couple things 'til I'm fucking with Spring

Shorty keep hollering see what Summer could bring

Then Winter we can do this again

Dear Winter