Cole For Christmas

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Don't you hate getting cole for Christmas
Like it sucks you know like
You're just waking up
You're expecting to get some candy
Maybe some toys
Maybe some fun shit
But you wake up and get cole
That's what having cole as a friend is like
Waking up to a disappointment every morning
Yo this dumb ass drove seventy-five in a fifteen mile per hour zone
And crashed a car he got for free
Just let that sink in for a second
And oh yea
It was a twenty eighteen car
Man we always ask who these mother fuckers is and who they are
And what we want
But we never figure it out
I bet your mom can drop more bars than you and we aren't talking about zannies
How about you cry to your grandpa for a pretty penny
Always capping about earning it
But you couldn't even learn it
Why don't you date a hooker, oh wait you married one
Your wife choked on my dick, just like your dad choked on your relationship
Changed your status from married to single
So many times it'll make a bitch fucking tingle
Your wife almost made you do a Hannah baker
And just like your life, you wanted to take her
Yo I bet you had to look the last line up
Your brain is the size of a pill cup
When I saw your bitches face it made me wanna throw up
Bitch I showed you my hands
Now I'm wondering when your gonna throw them up
Ill fold your ass like a tabletop,
And'll put you on the streets like you did to me
Holding onto life by the skin of your teeth
When you were born your mom moaned and she queefed
I'll drag you out slum house by your bare feet
While simultaneously sippin' some herbal tea
And next time you talk shit about me ill make you pay a fee
Pull up on you and make you spin like a beat in eighty-three
Like ide to cree
The f*ck you mean you know me
You backstabbed me and treated me fake
Man
Yo if we had a fake man award
It would be going to cole
But uh let's have one of his old friends hop on a track don't we
Yo what up Nate
K9 on your pack bitch you lookin' wack
Homie beats are flat just like his mom's ass
Mans sippin' Hennesy he got no class
The way your life is going is the opposite of fast
Quit the whole music game your rhymes are trash
The second I hop on the track you up and dash
I'll come upon you so fast you can call me the flash
I'll straight rob you while smoking on some hash
Unlike you, I can actually handle that
Now that I'm thinking about it your girl's ass ain't even that fat
She got that unshaved poon, looking like a pussy cat
But every time I'm over she always right on my lap
She beggin' me for it but I never wanna tap
That's all I gotta say I hope your whole family gets clapped

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