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I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means, scream on it nigga
Come on, let's
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by
Jingle, jingle, jingle
You will hear my sleigh bells ring
I am old Kris Kringle
I'm the King of Jingling
Jingle, jingle, reindeer
Through
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
Christmas cards
And snow filled yards
And children wondering
Rejoice
All awaken
Rejoice
Quickly hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king
Rejoice
For the vision
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
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cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
the king and queen of clowns
We've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
So please, please, let me grow old with you
After
goodwill to men, from heaven's all gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come with
by night
They saw a bright new shining star
And heard a choir from heaven sing
The music came from afar
Hark, now hear the angels sing
A new
believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
Now I gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
that's the way I'm gone die fool
the newborn king
Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing
Scrooge returns
To once more learn
That Christmas
goodwill to men, from heaven's all gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come with
I've got a right to love my baby
Oh, she treats me just like a king
Hey, I've got a right to love my baby
I said she treats me just like a king
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I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
that money machine.
Now you can measure you manhood by it.
You can get your children to try it.
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
Run, and I run these things
You can hear it loud and clear like when the school bell rings
Like Martin Luther King, I will do my thing
I'll say it in
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
lay our treasures
Here by the cradle
"Tell me are you the saviour
Pretty little baby child?"
Sometimes the greatest of miracles
Comes from the smallest
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