Letras:
The Four Seasons Stay

, come on stay, come on, come on, come on stay Come on, come on, come on stay Come on, come on, come on, come on stay Right now, right now Come on, come

: [feat. Cam'ron & Vado] [Intro: Cam'Ron] Yo Fab what up nigga Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu Lot of shit going on Let's get ready to go in

Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four

kisses (mmmwwahhh) I put them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (got, got, got) Four, tres, two, uno. My body stay

Like scareface like the cohiba Streets reply I look great in a four seater You know I b.I. get right in the four seater Top floor of the four seasons

ballin. You know I'm a ball anyway so why not. Let me get my ball on. If I could play in the NBA I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey I

: You can use anyone But it won?t be long ?til somebody finds there?s something wrong. Now, four seasons have passed Buried at last, and covered in

I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your

stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season