Lyrics:
scarves
And a most love lavender tie
On the third day of Christmas
I gave my loving dad
Three golf clubs
Two silken scarves
And a most love lavender
ready when you
Paid your membership dues
It's comin' to take you (take you)
To the country club (to the country club)
Bring your golf clubs
Your tennis
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder when you saw me first today
Wearin' my old army sweater that you thought you threw away
And when you saw me
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder when you saw me first today
And my old army sweater that you thought you threw away
And when you saw me standin'
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I'm too high,
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder
When you saw me first today
Wearin' my old army sweater that
You thought you threw away
And when you saw me standin'
your money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure
can join the mile high club
This ain't what you need, baby, this is what you want
I need you to pay attention
Now you're all mine, I forgot
of ones)
Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin' to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx
This the face off (respect the dons
Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the Bronx
This the face off (respect the dons, hundred
a baseball glove.||Brother wants some wheels for his pickup|Sister wants a trip to Cancun|Daddy wants a new set of golf clubs|Momma wants a gold necklace|All I
like film
Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise with
Isle of Arran, island of dreams
Childhood holidays, memories for me
We'd take a ferry across the Clyde
To that special Arran isle
At Christmas we
I feel like I was just on another Planet
Yeah, Pm!
In that brand new 'gatti, fuck a cop car
(Skrrt skrrt)
Got the club moving like a golf cart (I
Bullingdon's finest bunch of slimy cunts
Got two of the fuckers when we never asked for one
Theresa in between 'em but she wasn't in the club
bottles in the vip
She rollin' off a Molly
Fendi Prada Louie bally
I don't need a stylist
I'm takin' all my goons to Cali
Then we hit the islands
Order up
the money not minusin' (add it up)
I got a bad bitch look like Kylie Jenner (bad)
It's a millionaire club and you not a member (million)
We slayin' your ho
on Christmas
Uh, but instead I was kickin'
It out with Paris
She flew down Lira Galore and oh boy
What an interest
Kells, you remember that winter?
Wait, we made
the Indian head poker, how about that, man. They have golf on TV, golf on TV. I was watching golf on TV the other day because I'm out of Valium, but man.
I
Skitch our golf cart 'round the country club until the evening ends
Drop the clutch like Starsky and Hutch
Spin the tires out, hardly feel the jolt when it
to the Cuban's island
I like to get money, fuck hoes, and rock ice
Give a damn who don't like it, it's my life
That's why I drank e'eryday dog and stay high
a
"Columbia Police search warrant!
Columbia Police search warrant!"
"Kick it open"
They kick in the door, knocking over your golf clubs
Poppin' your dog
in tin foil and passed out
Ashley in the back alley taking back shots
That was the same Christmas that I got an Xbox
Gang members from back then now
and passed out
Ashley in the back alley taking back shots
that was the same Christmas that I got an Xbox
gang members from back then now got a halo
black
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