Lyrics:
the cookies and the milk
Put the carrots on the roof
Will he come down, the chimney to the fireplace
Maybe I'll see his face
Oh wait I'm sleeping
Maybe I'll be
My little boy is a barrel of fun there's nothin' in the world that he ain'are done
He wrote ol' Santa Claus a letter today a makin' sure that it
managers scouting or knot
I'll go head and tie it up
Only a killer when I wanna be one
You niggas don't gimme a choice
Look at the legends like I wanna be
that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy
To baggin'
some love and cheer, oh yeah.
Won’t you walk with me down the lane of memory?
When we were kids At Christmas time filled with joy and glee.
Step outside
come on
I felt the Christmas cheer, glad to be here it's been hard
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
Staring at the mistletoe
Hoping and wishing that this Christmas will bring me someone new
Santa can you hear me from up there
I've got a list with
Ali
(Verse 2.)
I see no evil,
We hear no evil,
He speak no evil,
They do no evil.
When Christmas come around ask
Santa Claus.
When Christmas
various blossoms
"Awesome. Now then, what the fuck that got to do with me?"
Idkg, I be wavy
How we stay free?
Being without a block on the seeing
I was
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
usually middle c
Is you kiddin me; been too sharp since elementary
Now face the music like a symphony
I'll instrumentally be all I'm a pursue eventually
sorry if you're missin' me on beats
Wanna know why I'm missin'? Listen to me, please
I walk around town with enough jewels to change a nigga's life
So
I’ll eat it all, and for dessert I’ll give you
Hepatitis C, 'cuz I cut my finger on the tree
Then I touched my cat, yeah, you know how it be
Last year
people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My
people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My
and get on my level", I'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know
the idea of resolution. New year's resolution and giving yourself a chance to be who you want to be. Sometimes the only person that you have to compromise
like a cheap tent
I'll be here longer than a nun in a convent
Raps missin' bars, skill and lacks content
I mastered all three and
Dispersed them into
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
Beef
crawl for you
Oh baby I'll be your sugar daddy,
Give you kissin' when it's missin'
I'll even let you drive my caddy,
When I get one baby
Oh oh oh I'm
I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you
I'd crawl for you
Oh baby I'll be your sugar daddy, give you kissin when its missin, yeah Oh
baby, I'll try to keep you happy cause I got a sweet tooth
felt that winter chill
Come own over baby
Pick yourself up from the floor
If you can make it across town tonight
I'll be waiting by the door
Come
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