Lyrics:
Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
Intro:
December December
Everybody love off December
December December
Can't
Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
Intro:
December December
Everybody love off December
December December
Can't
Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
Intro:
December December
Everybody love off December
December December
Can't
[Intro:]
Uh huh.
Yeah, (yeah)
Uh (yeah...)
Finally Famous
D-town what it is? (whaddup)
Eastside, Westside...
Southwest. (Detroit!)
Yeah (yeah)
Can
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
Unleashing the conquer of those rich weak nations
Just to be sold
This is the big conquer and we are all slaves
It couldn't be denied
We should strive for
On the side tryna pull it out da zipper
She say want a star
Well I'm da big dipper
Meet me by da bar
They call me the big tipper
Babygirl you know who
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
[Chorus]
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got
Real deal M's's
Young rich nigga
Migos
Young rich nigga
Real deal M's's
Go, go, go, go, hey
M's, nigga (M)
Want them M's, nigga (real deal
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
Or over
rig cut uptop
Oh no
(chorus)
Im balding by the cut, im balding by the cut
My cut is just so big, my cut is just so big
Im balding by the cut, im balding
Yeah
Yeah
Literally rich, this Nas, sick
Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six
Exotic material on the neck and fly whips
I was fresh
[Intro:]
Uh
Got 'em swaggin' daddy
Haha
[Hook x2: Lil' Scrappy (Girl)]
(Hey nigga whatcha hood like?)
My money comes, money goes
But it's alright,
"Credit"
As performed by
Tower of Power
{ Bass guitar intro }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Do
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Homie we gettin' money, homie we gettin' high
Homie we gettin' women, homie we gettin' fly
Do this with no effort,
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Kardon
Hraje v tomto Bentley, so rich (so rich)
Chovám se jako gentleman with da bitch
Sound by Harman Kardon
Hraje v tomto Bentley, so rich (so rich
big drip, they call me back way
I just wanna get rich yeah, get rich yeah
Put my money on Louis and Gucci yeah
Time for us to make some profit, table up
Intro/Chorus:
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your
Every dog and every cat and every people has Louis Vuitton
Rich people and poor people genuine spurious Louis Vuitton
A kindergarten pupil has it
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
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