Lyrics:
(My Christmas love letter)
Sleigh bells, sweet dreams
Kids are sleep, you and me
Wrap the gifts I can't wait til morning
'Cause, this moment's
Hopped in my bag on these niggas now I'm shitting on em
Feel like R Kelly to the world yeah I'm pissing on em
Addicted to this rap shit nigga like
sexy and she test me
Don't be upset G cuz you might catch me
Tryin' to catch a glance up her skirt
Put my plan in reverse
If I see her and I like her
my office
You go tell your friends, you're honest
That's why all your friends are on
You know you made me a promise
We're not in this for commitment
Okay I'm putting in work, it'd hurt if I'm under
I'm hotter than a long sleeve shirt in the summer
Man I'm coming in first, so they calling my
struggling
Picked up the bag started hustling
Glock 19 with a dick on it
R Kelly get pissed on
Fuck all them hoes who had said I wouldn't be nothing
Now they
Dinner date with your high school boyfriend
You can tell by his eyes that he's drank too much
I guess he's looking alright
But he's grabbing
the weekend, time for me to take a revenge
Bake up my heater and take all my cleavers, grave 'em in sand
Haters are bicker and they seem to cheat on my fucking
Percs
No cod but imma put on my perks
Fuck boys they lil niggas they don’t put in works
Block name all up on them shirts
They playin ion c no
[Priest]I been watching you from Heaven, Kelly
You been so demanding
You need to read my word, son
And get some understanding
[R.] But I been busy with my
the world
And change the game
Ima star converse
Sorry I been busy I been moving this merch
I'm too alive before I die
I put my face on shirt
My last
on the low R-Kelly style it's quite shockin'
A year ago all I did was spend nights hoppin'
In the club in search of pretty faces and night stalkers
Who
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
you tipping
Come talk to me when you slip, yeah you slipping
I put in work that's what you call ambition
Yes I start up like R. Kelly’s ignition
I cross
But AR-Ab put his freedom on the
Line for yo' bitch ass
And you couldn't even make sure
The nigga's book straight
Yo I told y'all I wouldn't
Bring in my
ahead like five steps as I climb why
Try to defy time you refuse to watch me no Timex
I say fuck this like I define sex
No R Kelly but I'm pissed
clues
Shoot
Maybe they won't even really miss you
Ooo
That's gotta hurt
This a tommy shirt
Call me R Kelly cuz I'm a flirt
I gotcho girl on me liftin her
Earlier she told me she didn’t miss me
Album of the century they can’t lie
How is TSA gone tell R. Kelly he can’t fly
I tell all my hoes to stand back
my acid rock?
Hey Mr dJ, put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby
And when the music starts, I never wanna stop
It's gonna drive me crazy
Party
beer
And they all think they are clean outta-site
And they're ready to party cause
The sign outside says it's wet T-Shirt Nite
And they all crave some
why cry for the poor get neglected, rejected, put to death
How much more will we take?
Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears
with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By
Oh oh oh oh
Burn it up
Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire
Burn it up
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire
Come on
So hot you're
People waiting for their flight
Have no dignity or rights
Some are like "Come on we're white"
But my fist says we're all
Brown on the inside
Everybody put
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