Lyrics:
it's Christmas day
I was steady putting up my tree while yall were giving thanks
My bitch being pulled by reindeer how she fucking slay
Wow I really said
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
when a nigga was watching Tony
So, I sat down got fried and made a plan all by my lonely
Then I mixed it with the gang so we can sizzle no baloney
I
tryna run it up while they just sat by
Bitch I'm that guy
Bitch I'm that fly
Got like five up in the wood bitch I'm that high
Please don't ask why I got
behind, a fool from the darkside
Continuous killings, many unsolved homicides
No ordinary kid, got a top and no lid holes
Kidnappin' child, permanently
flowed out for some shade
Problem solver by the day
I got ducking all those raids
I dumped crates down by the bay
I got verses I don't play
Still end up
should see some foot doctors
Got your bird chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
Cuz all them cats that you knocked up ain't always gon' be
flowers
The ceremony starts from the shower with the water
I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chilling
Prepare for this sex drilling,
the speed you got.
Go Tulane, you know you need a lot.
Go Tulane, he’s laggin behind.
Go ‘head on, Tulane.
Go by your father’s house
medical
Fucking bitches over, she like it's a miracle
You niggas don't even know I got some pain in me
Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me
on overload, but I'm still broke in spirit
"Depression what he suffer from" same words from Doctor Henry (yeah)
It ain't no love inside the slums know if they
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
off, but I know
Anything's possible, though I'm not gonna top what I sold
I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change
Long as I got Dr.
Brownson
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer,
pulled to get their grandma's attention
And how it almost got me thrown in detention, yeah
Speaking of detention what about playtime
Family add and kiss
Always on the run man
I'm hungry save time to eat
Always got time to eat
There's no way around it
My team slap the loudest
Rep proudly we rally
Ya
Running wipes the tears over from her eyes, well
Gunshot, another one
At least he got to live off a gun
Lord, they say he's a devil in the streets
My
walkin' by
Yeah, yeah, a fuck nigga walkin' by
I stand tall even though I got blood inside my eyes
I'm riding 'round with grams, Grandma ain't inside
trying to come between the family grandma live a whole country away now
I got distance trying to come between the family, problems with different
But if they kick in my door like
I know they catch the hot one
They kicked it in, so Flip got biz
Now I'm on the run living life as a fugitive
The cops
up a pad
Soon as you finished y'all run out of gas
You better haul ass
That's how drive-bys get fucked up
[Proof]
Mixing weed with the brew
Extacy
Ain't too old, doing the boogie, you ain't too old
I can tell by the way they smell
Well, it's a-run here mama! Just look at little sis'
Got her hand in
And he called the cops
But I think they should know by now
Try and stop my christmas crimes but you will never take me down
Grandma got ran over in my
pussyo pulls me over and says
You ran eight traffic lights that were all red
Like officer I do I give a shit
Only had one single thought in my head
I'm
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