Lyrics:
And not far away, from each other's arms
Covered in Mistletoe will do
To bring me back to me and you
And that's the only thing I'll ever ask for Christmas
How you fuck with me, but on facebook I see the shit you post
When you come around, take your phone can't take no picture, you do the most
Pussy
needing me
Christmas day your freedom comes
Unprotected from the sun
By then you'll be cold enough
For me to send you off with love
Snowflake, don't
might be surprise
By the lengths I'll go to properly give you your prize
You gonna like the sights of what lies between my thighs
On that late night
Now let me tell a story that's all about how
I keep letting everything turn upside down
Knocked back like that but I come back round
And I'd like
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
that you’ll miss
Just you wait, I’ll be the one with the last laugh
As I’m laying back feeling on some other chicks ass
As I sip a glass of the most
run it back, have a sing-along
'Til them niggas come through, they can turn up too
Like [?] wicked I'll get it long
23's on my feet what I'm sitting
come back when I fled
You can't talk like I talk 'cause you ain't been where I been, young
If it come from me and Hov, consider it Quran
If it come
stayed on the phone for so long the time went by fast
I truly feel like you're my twin flame
Just listen to the episode can you blame
I know I'll see you
another
You left a mark that just can't come off
Now I'll never want another
Never learn my lesson
I'm falling back apart
'Cause of you
Like I tend
knew was that my life revolved around you
The one thing I could do was just to hope that you'd come through
Well, months and months of back and forth
And you'll quit your job, and I bet you will
Bet you'll never come back to Memphis
(I bet you won't)
Plane ride 5 AM
How'd we end up at a dirty hotel
I'll be home for Christmas
Whether everybody say
I'll be right there on the sleigh, for you
I'll be home for Christmas
Fuck 'bout what they have
motherfuckers talkin shit but never had a clue
Come with your attitude, cocksucker fuck yo' life
I tie you to a chair and make you watch me fuck your wife
I'm
Ouu oh oh
Come close my friend i'll hold ya
Come close my friend i'll hold ya
Stay strong you can come over
Until the end i'll show ya
Life's a bumpy
You moved here from another town, your mother said she let you down
Your father's ran away to sea, and left you here to live by me
Maybe I should
to fight, just come with me
I'll be seeing red and you'll be seeing nothing
I didn't make these rules, I'm playing by your game
And it's three strikes
better know I'll put on lead shoes
March in desert storms to come and get you
I pencil down my emotions out and these melodies are what it led to
Bad
back ass out bringing you your hat
Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I
But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die
I gets
the times I strayed, away from my faith, it'll come back around one day
Money is the root of evil, some say, I'm sure I'll agree, someday, just not today
God,
the ground
Then come back up and just repeat until we fucking drown
Unless you're not with it
I like a bitch who keeps it real too and stays raw with me
No
trust a bitch far as you can smell em'
you better lick that stamp and mail em'
back over there to the otha fella
I care less(like i pose to)
Always
phone)
I just want to be by myself, all alone
I'll be back
But when I'm back, it's not for you
My life I'm owning, the pain I'm done with
Oh
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