Lyrics:
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
what Christmas is about!
It’s about
Presents, gifts, goodies, and lists
Stuffin' your face til you feel like
Shortbread, gingerbread, cornbread, bread
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
bitch, I see you out here misleadin' them kids
When you ain't never had a fight in your life
Or had a fight with a nigga 'til you learned
Ain't no more
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
watch
My taste is expensive, it's more than a lot
I ain't saying not shit, while surrounded by thots
My mom say I'm chanting, I'm singing the plot
You
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
oranana
Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas
At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma
But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar
Bitch,
Sike
A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
just zooms)
Working all day working 9-5
Came a long way
Blessed to be alive
Working all day
Watching time fly
Tryna make it by
Tryna make it by
Working
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
and see
Everything that there is
Was once made by someone
Just as sad as you may be
One day some day
We are here, in this time
Space and place
We are
to make her Christmas right (Christmas right)
Can't forget my OG P, stressin' 'cause he took a plea
Still clashin' heads behind bars, but it's love G
Christmas song
Sit down
By the fire
Hope you’ve
Got some time
We’ve got a lot to cover and we’re singing every line
And baby
We can start with slow ones
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
them low-low's, girl
(Still) takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
It ain't nothin' but more hot
there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing
them low-low's, girl
(Still) takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
It ain't nothin' but more hot
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
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