Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Cuffin Season’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer,
Baby, I promise you this
I’ll send you all my love, everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (Yeah)
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (Yeah)
Told these hoes I’ll be back around June (Around June)
Told these hoes I’ll be back around June (What?!)
Better yet I’ll change my numbers for the whole winter (Who?)
Damn, it’s so cold in the fucking winter (Who)
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (What)
Damn, I’m so cold in the fucking winter (Yeah)
You gon’ be at La Marina all summer
So you gon’ hear this remix all summer
Nigga, f*ck your women crush Wednesday
I just fucked your women crush Wednesday
Wasn’t even Wednesday, nigga, it was Benz day
He like ‘why you riding with him?’, she like ‘we just friends, bae’
Before anyone else please
You ain’t got no man, all your pics selfies
I be taking wealthies, balling in my pictures
You be fighting over hoes, Spalding on them bitches
Fronting money, could’ve gotten behind it for free
I got this pretty one in Cali, Thotiana Ali
I got a New York Dominican, plastic cup body
Mami think she Holly, call her tatted up Dadi
Got a crew in Miami, I call them Thot Angels
Even if he wife you he cannot change you, biatch
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (Yeah)
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (Yeah)
Told these hoes I’ll be back around June (Around June)
Told these hoes I’ll be back around June (What?!)
Better yet I’ll change my numbers for the whole winter (Who?)
Damn, it’s so cold in the fucking winter (Who)
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (What)
Damn, I’m so cold in the fucking winter (Yeah)
I move right, stepping with the German on me
So much beef I gotta party with the burner on me
My chain chunky, my wrists all chunky, my pockets all chunky
Chunk ya bitch want me hannn
Quit cuffin’, you love her, she want the limelight
She ’bout to get ya in some shit, boy, get ya mind right
Sparkle after sparkle when the bottles come
She got a nice set of tits, glad you bought her some
Stocks in the bartender, they be in Perfections
Turned up for lust, heard they fucked with Gus
In Sin City I’ll f*ck ’em, the hoes pretty
Substitute Fiddy, I’m filling in for Biggie
Now watch a model chick turn to a bottle chick
You hit the lotto, bitch, swimming around my grotto pit
Don’t call it Tyson crib, this is my estate
And that’s so money, bitch, I’m getting cake
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (Yeah)
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (Yeah)
Told these hoes I’ll be back around June (Around June)
Told these hoes I’ll be back around June (What?!)
Better yet I’ll change my numbers for the whole winter (Who?)
Damn, it’s so cold in the fucking winter (Who)
These hoes keep calling, I ain’t picking up (What)
Damn, I’m so cold in the fucking winter (Yeah)