Lyrics:
I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur would you take ze
running like a skit, boy
I'll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Coke empire, brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy
Oh me, oh my
at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa
been waitin' for
(The time you've all been waitin' for)
This is a Bad Boy (you motherfuckers didn't know, Bad Boy)
Flipmode collaboration (Flipmode,
Changing hearts of men in multitudes
Disobedient to righteous attitudes
I found joy
Under the apple tree
I found peace
Under the apple tree
I've been saved
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my
started a bidness
Woo
Trust me I ain't finished
Nothing personal
In just bidness
Woo
Make a milli in minutes
Lighting tree like it's christmas
Cot Dam
Since
that? Is it you Laverne?
Baby, knew you'd come back to me"
When I opened the door
There was a boy in rags
With a tiny Christmas tree
He said:
"My name is
strapped? Yes!
Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?)
Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van
Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch
Travel
innin', just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch
free
I made your day so take a seat by me
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey, I am the boy who loved her so in every song
And I design that little mystery
Well, you must be, have to be one of these
Hidin' in the shade under your family tree
Think I met you once in a liquor store
No think I saw you
richard Milli', baguettes on it
We got lots of diamonds
When I'm in that Maybach, that bitch pull up
Suck my privates
I done bought the whole Chanel
I done
my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
Erica was the bag lady, I was
Let you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know
What I'm talking about?
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all
and we can be out in a minute
You said you just got to see it to believe it
I'm the kinda of girl you know, that worth a milli
Milli milli
Look into my
fight
In the ring, I'm fighting Faze Rug (2 milli)
2 milli
(5 milli, 5 milli) , 2 milli (5 milli
We manage you) oh, okay, 5 milli manages me
Yeah, I gotta
the Coastline
Ay ya ya
Mo Fire
Ay ya ya
Fat Cheeba
Blow mad tree
With my folk
Yeah
Fat kief
In that
Back seat
I blow mad tree
With my folk
Yeah
Fat
In London city where I did dwell
A butcher boy, I loved right well
He courted me, my life away
But now with me, he will not stay
I wish, I
Kissing like a bandit, stealing time, underneath a sycamore tree
Cupid, by the hour, sends Valentines to my sweet lover and me
Slowly, but surely
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
from nothin' boy we used to shop at the Dollar Tree
Got Fallz on my mind, every time, that I'm in yo' city I gotta leave
All I know is grind, member them
resisted
Forcing her to taste
Now I know why girls hate boys
Cause Eve was in fact raped
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
the Blue Ridge mountain blues,
Goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum
Where the corn cob blossom,
In my Blue Ridge far away.
Woo!
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