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It's Wintertime and the weather's fine |The snow on the woods and fields when I reveal... my snowmobile|Thrill by thrill by golly n' hill |Baby it'll
It's Wintertime and the weather's fine The snow on the woods and fields when I reveal... my snowmobile Thrill by thrill by golly n' hill Baby it'll
Yeah This shit sound like... A Clockwork Orange Kubrick Hm-hm Yeah Yeah yeah Question is Can you feel it? Snowmobile Yeah I'm trill And the beats I
Iae respeita o 7 Johnzinho, Johnzinho, Johnzinho No giro de snowmobile Menos 20 tá mó frio Quem vem de lá do Brasil Pira porque nunca viu Tô num
sleigh into a drift, beside a farmer's shed Then he spied a little snowmobile, and this is what he said Little Ski-Doo, it's up to you. You're the only
oh little snowmobile leaving your tracks don't go getting bogged down when you're driving off the path driving off the path no we weren't ready for
finally driving away 'Cause Santa has bought a lynx (Hey) Santa has bought a lynx (Hey) Delivering presents in style With his brand new snow-mobile Santa
Caught yo bitch slippin' banana peel In the whip ice drippin' snowmobile Fake to my face know you won't reveal The lies, everything feel surreal Get
She loves the way it feels, driving snowmobiles And laughing at her dates when they don't know how to skate She knows her hockey games
Its dark and hell is hot Frostbite shawty always with the cold heart Hop up on my snowmobile I feel like james bond Gone in sixty seconds shawty
Why are all these people on a night patrol With their alcohol and their p p p parties Playing to the rythm of the snowmobile, like an imbecile, I am
Verse Have you seen the modern Santa Claus? Riding his new snowmobile Doesn't have his reindeer Doesn't have his sleigh Left behind poor Rudolph
this piece Maybe a girl that's free of disease And while I'm thinking, throw in a couple of G's yeah I want my snowmobile treads to be fixed I want a ho
boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full
boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full
boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full
to get laid And ya'll niggas ain't got, no deals No meals, no snowmobiles, so chill, I'm so real No bills, just smoke don't choke but your hoe will I
your way I hate folks who think reindeer are cute To me, they're just somethin' to shoot I hate love I hate you I hate me Well I'm a snowmobile
on wheels We turn our two doors into snowmobiles We got our own style, no Soho feel Put on your play clothes, how that logo feel? Oh, pause for them
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah) I could play that pussy like it's "Für Elise" I got real habits, I'm a snowmobile addict Teal Patek, steel
killa Snowmobiles jetting out the timber Feel their altitude yo I can't breathe check the splendor Brazilian honey dip I'm on my writing game nigga
of the summer, I snowmobile in Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building It's WKYA muh'fucker Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker! Yeahh!
in hills They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers And live large
drops on snowmobiles The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers And live large and bigger than my nigga Who promised his moms
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