Christmas
Dolamyte
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I get all the bricks in, then i start whippin Got all my Jay's thankin its Christmas I changed up my ways, made better decisions I'm peeping your game, caught yo ass slippin Minimum wage, is all you gone get to If they try stop you, give they ass issues Loving the hate, shit that I'm into Only one call, my goons ah get you Fucc what yall niggas say I gotta get it Play wit da money like it is no limit They say I cant rap, but now they got interest Um loving the hate, they feeding plenty Gaining the weight, from all of my bitches My money is stacking, I'm tryna get richer I'm killing the game so what is the issue? Dont press on me, my niggas ah get you You niggas are soft, wont run wit pistols You niggas are pussy yall all on ya minstral I'm all in her mouf, I'm feeling real dental Drugs in past, done fucced up my mental All this designer, but these are no rentals Yall didnt belive, I bet I remember I'm lit like a rave, but I'm cold like December Stay out my face, get busd like a pimple Dont play bout no money, this shit is real simple Anything fast, it's one yo liver When it comes to the money, I beg em to differ I never go soft or go sad bout no bitches I stacin my money, I gotta just get it Look twice, recount it, then spend it 30 in 17, if any issues I get all the bricks in, then i start whippin Got all my Jay's thankin its Christmas I changed up my ways, made better decisions I'm peeping your game, caught yo ass slippin Minimum wage, is all you gone get to If they try stop you, give they ass issues Loving the hate, shit that I'm into Only one call, my goons ah get you Fucc wit these hoes say, bitch ima get it You hate and send shots, but look how you living You dress like a bum, you fucced up yo image I can from the slums, avoided the Prison Still on probation, I feel it's no ending Focused on money, cuz I get it plenty I do this for mama, cuz she rode this wit me I spit from my soul, cuz my heart is so empty Fucc what you saying, I know that you envy You wanna get in, you cannot come pimp me You tryna fit in, you cannot get wit me And now it's a sin, now why you try tempt me I get it all in, n then I start spending I wish I had friends, but bitch I'm not friendly I'll shoot til it jam, or the clip empty Picc up the shells, cuz niggas be snitching Send em to hell make the devil start bitchin I'm balling and shooting, now I'm a piston I all of my birds, strong like they griffins All of these hoes, but there's no pimpini The rap game is broken, but now ima fix it These are no drugs, this dope in my kitchen Now you want more, yo whole body itchin You tweaking, you sweating, you blurring ya vision
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