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Christmas Wrapping [Single Edit]

The Waitresses

Ellen's the Only Holiday Album You'll Ever Need, Vol. 1

2014

thanks, no party lights
It's Christmas Eve, gonna relax
Turn down all of my invites
Last fall I had a night to myself
Same guy called, Halloween party

I'm hoping for
You'd be the star of the show
That I would open for

It's a precarious position
By my own admission
Fulfilling my mission
My obsession

Took a trip to Atlanta
Broke a bitch throwing it backwards
With her friends up in magic
On a break from the campus
Room two twenty two in the telly off

give a fuck
Time after time I broke down before I ran it up
My granny told me nobody cares
Until you rich so suck that Sit up little bitch
Judge me by

Don’t set no pic 
I was in the house try to hold it down 
But that ain’t work so I had to dip 
Ran up a check now I’m slanging dick 
You broke niggas

Break a brick down you can call me Avon
Other thing you can fuck with me you been tryin to save huh

Nigga can't get in touch with me unless it's paid huh

Go make some kids, don't play with us
Break a pound down, bout to weigh it up
Please don't ask for no favors bruh
Pusha T fit, niggas play too much

One two, y’all one two, y’all
One two, y’all yeah, Cannooon (Dig it)

Am I ever so ready?
Flow heavy, gon’ break the Richter scale
We up, Re-Up, got

on the team

I’m smoking thys thrax 
By the bundle 
I don’t know how much
I’m smoking
Break down the weed
Pearl hemprillo 
Then I smoke it

Wrist on freeze

Real Hustlers

Gotta Boyz

Real Hustlers

hustlers play

(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for

Sucka Ass Niggas

Spice 1

1990-Sick

1995

The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone
Sp-Spice 1 kickin'

my confidence is mid?
You can’t bring me down
To extinguish my english
Don’t point your fingers
I break em’ at the knuckle
I take out gay rappers

analogy
I don't think you and I
Should be described astrologically
Don't judge me by my car
And don't treat me any differently

Lets take a trip down memory

is free?
I'm in love with high fashion, nothin' on me cheap
Ho just know to keep it P if she got hit by Q or C
Bitch, I jumped up off the porch

the uppers
Had dinners with downers
Wash my doubts down with liquor
Drunk alone at home base, it's just me and the pitcher
Swinging clinched fist at niggas
I

The lord sent this message
And I'm gone protect it before I make exit
I rise to the top like I'm chilling in heaven
You look at me down like I worship

Da Weight Is Over

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die

Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like

about it
You gotta lose some to gain some
The sun shine when the rain come
Silence will save ya
Don’t fall to anger
Sometimes you put your pride down just

snowing

Dont break ‘em when you drop it down low
Girl get your money ‘til you dripping in gold

I need a bitch that's stacking the chips
She need a nigga

name is Sota that's S O T c
I came here to party like it is my bday
It's about to go down D-Day
you still hating give it up and get out of the way

Cuz

to church is in hearse's
Tryna break the curse but it aint working
Sometimes you gotta look in the mirror and tell yourself its worth it
I gotta problem and i

like a love song good wine good food baby bon bon I could put you on fours take it all off by the beach you a tease in them photos break bread having

they doubting me
How bout we hang 'em by his ankles from a balcony
Yo fuck what it is dog or what it's bout to be
I'm all about the paper whether in

put her around some real niggas
Every day I'm in the field wit my dawgs Mike Vickin
Watch me buss the P down one time n have five children
Tried