Lyrics:
Bullets spraying' down so fast and I'm waiting for a bitch to pull up on me so I can snap
Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars
Madeline
She's the girl that used to be
The girl that held my hand
Now I've lost my sanity
Sometimes I think
About the memories
And how we used
Is that the doorbell
Who's at that the doorbell
I don't know if I can wait no more
Wait no more
Sitting by the door girl
Is that the doorbell
Who's
like this, girl
Drop it like this, drop it like this, girl
Called her black Zack Morris, so she saved by the bell
Rest in peace to this beat, I
think you're lit but you're dark as night
They say this life goes by so fast
You better buckle and hit the gas
Thought you left me in your past
But I
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home
She is
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
there's no presents greater than yours
There's no presence greater than yours
I know some people probably wish for jingle bells
Captivated by the Yuletide
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
week
Further more it's been a violent life
I ain't into domestic violence
But my girl brings out my violent side (that's right)
You got your head
listen to
And I'm sorry that I did this shit all by myself
I just felt like I ain't really need nobody else
I just felt like I ain't really need
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home
She is
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
I was told that you were chosen by the perfect family
Making sure that you were giving them the best of memories
God knows if you did but maybe so
The goddess and you know I'm flawless
Bell is mine all the girls leave his side
I'm a hard worker, got two jobs to pay for the Hestia knife
A gift to show
Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
I'll drop a nigga like a single
I been stackin' up these chips, just like Pringles
My name ringin' all these bells, just like jingles
Put a bullet
on too if it would give me Givenchy. cnd for the real sugar daddies, perhaps I can just see it as a form of charity and being selfless by putting a girl
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