Peej Capeesh - 4 Seasons

I got high hopes call that American Spirit
All my homies smoking cigs
That's American Spirits
I be chiefing funky
Got me feeling delirious
Now I'm on another level
I swear to you I'm so serious
Bleach bag with the claw
Black cherry is what I'm drinking
Don't put a lot of thought in
That's how I be overthinking
Drip or drown taught me
No way I could ever sink
I'm floating across the water
I be heading for the beacon
Ball like Blue Devils
You more of a Demon Deacon
You could never touch this game
Only could ever peep it
You fall
I rise again
I'm chilling hard every season
Y'all complain about bitches and bills for no reason hoe

I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe, Woah
I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe, Woah
I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe, Woah
I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe

It was looking bad had to flip that 180
No more long face now I got my cheese grating
I'm just cool with her
No dude that ain't my baby
I just popped a bean and it got my heart racing
Bump Bump
She got that dump in her trunk
My bag full of gas and I got liquor in my cup
Li Liquor
You could call me drummer boy
Cause when she back that thing back
I brumpadump dump dump

I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe, Woah
I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe, Woah
I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe, Woah
I'm just chilling in 4 seasons
I'm just chilling all 4 seasons
Hoe

Written by:
Patrick Jackson

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