Lyrics:
and good little boy
Santa's a great big bundle of joy
When he's coming down the chimney, down
(When he's coming down the chimney, down)
He'll have
and good little boy
Santa's a great big bundle of joy
When he's coming down the chimney, down
(When he's coming down the chimney, down)
He'll have
London, bags of blue hundreds
Packs in the trunk, dude want 'em fronted
Stripper bitches catch cash in the AM
And cats are catchin' feelings, well, I
(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (bling)
You want beef? (Okay) Rattata (okay)
When you gone, smoke your pack
I felt bad (okay), now I'm back
and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how
come with some commas (commas)
This shit better come up in bundles (in a pack)
Promotors be trippin', they lie, we go bonkers
Send a blitz too fast,
since you got
Got your bundles of joy they give you so much
What is it baby? Is it Brazilian maybe
Oh that ain't the kind that come in a pack you say
I
I pack his pistol, these bitches can get this issue
He a boss, just like Nino, I need me a Al Pacino
G5, V-Live, we live and makin' money (Maxo,
enye wo aa Obaa ne whana
Only you know my system management
Se enye wo aa Obaa ne whana
Only you know my system management
Whenever I'm alone
I stay
dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he
For every good girl and good little boy
He's a great big bundle of joy
He'll be coming down the chimney, down
Coming down the chimney, down
He'll
head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished
With ashes and soot
A bundle of toys
He had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler
Just
they can’t see the smoke
Keep a 4 0
Got shells you can hold
I got the pack by the bundle
I get the pack by the bundle
If you want work I could frunt you
ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack
His eyes-how they twinkled his dimples
sling them pack in a bundle
We ah take your ting, sell it back to your uncle
And we ah make it rain 'til our dances to come true
We ah make it rain
Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys
the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood
foot
And his clothes
Were all tarnished
With ashes and soot
A bundle of toys
He had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler
Just opening his
Bitch, my trap house, it got management, hey
I got no heart I'm a manikin
I got no heart, I'm a manikin
I got no heart, I'm a man-
I got no heart, I'm
Texas to Detroit (yo, ma)
Goddamn, mama, what's the point? (The fuck?)
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (ugh)
Jump in the truck with my
He can flip a pack
Bring a bundle back
He have fun with that
But I split me a rack
Double time that cash
Don't need no stash
Yeah
He can flip
through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other
hits? French got 'em (han)
We leveled up, view 360, yeah
Never get it twisted like Doug Christie hair
Hologram outside with a bundle pack (pack)
And I
and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how
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