Lyrics:
and stumble out into the mall
So I can tell Santa I've been a good boy all year long
And when that fat bastard breaks into my house this year
There's only two
topic, commodity, my girls real proud of me
Livin’ my life, doin’ me, no apologies
Yeah, so Santa better respect that
Or like cardio, imma be burning fat
the most wonderful time
Santa, if you're out there
Drive your tesla to college ave
I still got one group open
If you're feeling like an oat milk capp
Leave
These niggas be talking they pockets is fat
And these niggas is lit
Money flipping like them taxes Acrobatics wen they flip
You know them shits is
a slight chance of rain when it's raining
Or rein like deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like queens that reign over made man
And not queen
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I'm
First off, fuck Santa Claus
He ain't never done shit for a nigga like me
People been hating on me since
I was like three
Just because I was different
and my pockets fat like santa
Choppa messy it ain't got no manners
Took your commas now you got no grammar
Dots on his head it ain't dandruff
Dots on his
and a spliff big like Bob Marley - (Ting mad pawdy)
No need no club key we party pon we grung G
Hookup a box fullup a table and it complete
Da zone ya no gun
Fat Mac 90 mi Shub it out
Ahhah war mi cya do without
Ahhah war mi cya do without
Mi nah guh walk and talk mi nah guh peep like Tom
When dem chicken out
him leak
Out and look like a suck out bag juice
45 fat like foul fi mongoose
Kill badman, Christian, Muslim and Jews
Ak sing a song, choose riddim
the party
(In the party) i told her, "By nature, girl
Your ass naughty" (Your ass naughty)
She like "Sosa baby, my name is Nadia"
(Nadia)
She mad 'cause I
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the brother land
And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like
niggas rats like Tom and jerry
Young nigga want It all imma visionary
Imma it from the back ain’t no missionary
Stash a 40 in her purse now that bitch walk
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
I don't care about the rest of her body though
She could be tall, fat, short, skinny, I don't know
But
down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A tribute
'Cause it's probably as fat as it was he rolled
When he strolled
Down the same cobble stone streets
funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's
The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
Murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
your job
But you're gettin' on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up cause
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
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