Lyrics:
from raps to instrumentals
Ya know there's really a lot to look forward to with OS
So really ya know it-it's it's not over
Now they control my catalog
you
Your house is a mess
And I'm surrounded by your trash
Tissues on the floor up to my knees oh no
It makes me kinda sad
And your Christmas tree
a house and a Impala
And that they call me top dollar
I do like I do it
Can't nobody do it like I can i'm Snooperman
Look up in the sky
Real high like
virtually born out of necessity. I intended to produce a song on the occasion of Christmas 2020. But it was not to be one of the usual Christmas songs.
with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until
This feel is givin' new beginnings like it's January
And on the real it won't be chill by 14th February
My eyes are peeled you know the deal
Im
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
stopped, that's by any means
I just want the bread like a grocery store section
I'm a run it up, came through with a mob of hecklers, yeah
We worked
then I make it twice (M's)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take
fall like leaves when it’s autumn
They said If money grew on trees, we’d all be balling
New beginnings are necessary
We grow from change, and always
by Self-Conscious
Sometimes when I look in the mirror
Stare my reflection come to think of it
My dick it's an Affection a ghost of my past
Come back
some stuff at home
And if I can't buy gifts
I guess I'll just make my own
Looks like my friends are getting
DIY Christmas gifts this year
I hope that it
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
Bitch, it's the end of the beginning
A lot of man pretendin' with the image
Said she didn't wanna let me hit, I wouldn't hit it though
Ain't nobody get
(Rag and bone) rag and bone
(Rag and bone) rag and bone
Meg, look at this place
What? Woo
Well, this place is like a mansion
It's like
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Cave
Let's cruise on down the shore, pretend it's Christmas all day
Oh by the way
This one might feel like a slap in the face
There ain't no gospel in
due time
If you ain't like it that's a pity
Come and try knocking me down, I built this whole shit from the ground
Stayed the same from the beginning
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Although my
looks like
What his purpose is
Now, the thing is that what people
Uh, tend to, to struggle with
Is to understand that beings are not
Obvious it's not that
She be riding me like I'm a Ripstik
She say she want a body for Christmas
I'm living like some bucket list shit
If you don't like it suck a sick dick
Rap gift, yeah, Christmas
Waterfall, big drip
Magnum, big dick
Honesty, no apology
Focus up on the now
Vision ten years from now
Look back on all my
like to hawk a lot
Is it because your sign don't talk a lot
She turned away no play I said OK
You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day
gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles
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