Lyrics:
our wallets, made us dream of reindeer
We fell for it again my friends, as we do every year
The Christmas spirit's got us, Christmas is finally here
on the floor remembered that's not real
Guess it's just a bad day
I'll go get another band-aid
The stress can drive you mental
The need to be so
'Cause, baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood, hey
Now we
nobody knows us
Big World, If were gone will they notice
Small Dreams on a big stage
I could use some change in a big way
I don't think that fame
why'd you do it
Cause I want all
Their Christmas ruined
But Mr. Grinch
All at what cost?
As long as all
Their hope is lost
Yeah the Grinch is stealing
I'm the second G of Christmas, you know how we doing this
Put it on your list, I'll deliver it
If you try to diss, you'll get hit
Ain't no presents
both of us toxic
And on top of that we both know how to pop it
Rolex watches they stuffed in them stockings
And we fly as the fuck She my black mary
bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid
Grade A, A1,
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Quickly cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus in on the way
Well I wish it could be Christmas, every day
quickly cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus is on his way
Well, I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When
bed
Quickly cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors you know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way
[Chorus]
Well I wish it could be Christmas
Just focus on myself and run it up
Ask me how I run it up
Stay low-key, I stay tucked in the cut
Like a band-aid
Just like a band-aid
Did it by myself,
Kool-Aid pimpin' keep on dippin'
Sippin' yac with a yamp, puttin' hoes on they back
It's like that
Everyone want to know how a pimp can do his thing
Kool-Aid pimpin' keep on dippin'
Sippin' yac with a yamp, puttin' hoes on they back
It's like that
Everyone want to know how a pimp can do his thing
Heyy Twizzy
Heyy I'm with Twizzy
Heyy I'm with Twizzy
30 bands up on me I'm up in a Tonka, ay yeah
Taesoicyyy it's who they wanna be
Gotta watch
It's a blessing I'm here
Now thank you lord
If a nigga run on me help him lord
Protected by weapons
We call em swords
Pull his cap back
Like a soar
mind it when they lie, We know the truth
Door locked I go round back and kick door thru
Drama I won't answer I ignore you
One gold chain bro you do not
inside with my lady
But I don't mind, cause she's my baby
I'll sing her songs right by the fire
Cause she knows that she's my Christmas desire
No need for
stop at 42nd Street
'Cause to get laid many prices are paid
And I'm so 'noid I don't want a band-aid
I try to stay aware of the drama, it's crazy
Plus,
it
And it's Versace I'm rocking the latest
I know that they sick see the look on they faces
I break on your bitch on a day to day basis
They see me in
know
Call out of work and join me in the snow
We'll go sledding like we did all those years ago
It's Christmas time again
I know there'll be no sleep
school paid
I keep it real cool, no Kool-Aid
But this 40 can't heat up the room, ayy
She know what she doing, I don't gotta tell her
She do what she do
talk shit about me and
I'mma fuck your friend
You know it's Christmas
I cannot be sinnin' i need me a present
To open
Hand me a beat and I might go
and the family fine
I don't talk, rather let the money narrate
Former broke boy finna make the bank break
I was hurting but the bands worth the band-aids
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