Lyrics:
everything right
Fill your hearts with Christmas cheer
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight, tonight
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight, stand by
Here comes
baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
running out the back door
The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe
Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a nigga, never fold
Piping up in front of your bitch,
and good penmanship
No censorship, this is real as it gets
I'm a boss boy, you a worker
I'm a savage dog
My catalogue'll kill all rappers in a Versus
Luda!
yeah
You always let me down, boy
But when you're going down I get so up
Don't know if I could find someone
Who do me like you do
I've been
in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Smith or Martin Lawrence
I'm talkin' 'bout
Boys that'll surely inspire
Your life insurance, life is short
Your reality is at the height of a dwarf
Say
Everything is golden
Shout out to hulk hogan
You know your still my brother
And my door is always open
Reputation is broken
What you said was potent
Got
the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky
And it's cheer up me lads
Let your hearts never
I'm just a country boy, I drive a four-by-four
It's usually covered in mud, from the axle to the door
It's a little banged up, a little too much rust
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
you're washed up and you're through
But sister's here to let you know
Boy you're gonna make it through
Sister, do you really believe that I can rise
your heat up
Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
your heat up
Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your
click, involved in Montega bricks
Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
Up north where they bust your man
In the custom van, interrupt your
I'm stuck in a clinic like Flint Montgomery
Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary
Creeping through fireside
Smash
a leaf
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's
sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
When you're roaming through the jungle
Talk is nothing, talk is cheap
Time is
She's distracted by my reflectors, man, I can tell the chick's attracted
My wheels spoke to her, my Schwinn is a chick magnet
Bagging up chicks like
and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds
stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually
Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(What's your name?)
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