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here, nah this aint my muhfucking house
We just standing on it, nah, this ain't my muhfucking couch
Fuck the club up champagne just to pour it out
Fuck

chidori
I
love my business
My
Life like Christmas
I
Shoot by songs
So
Throw out pistols
My main enemy is in my head
Your Rolex is shit, cause you already

too
Yeah, I love the cocoa and the presents on Christmas
Nut I'm not about the seasonal depression

As a kid, I played house to act successful
Now I'm

mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when

houses I ain't have a place like home
Ain't no sitting down when you making it on your own
You lost in this world while you trynna make it home
We all look

broke, couldn't afford a mobile phone
It was Dollar Tree for Christmas, that ain't what make a house a home
I ain't tryna go back to that but I been

the bleachers
And I been tryna lay back off this shit for real cause I get wicked
Fuck a holiday we wrap a opp up like its Christmas
Dropping big deposits
We was

Girl what's yo deal, don't want yo neck bitch 
That ain't what I meant by chill, just wanna watch Netflix 
You need to work on reading skills, ain't

The past three weeks, you spent two nights with me at home
Same three weeks, I spent three weeks feeling alone
In a house made of glass where I tip

Chi-Town in da fuckin' building man
Get this bag any way we fuckin' can man
Seclusion in the booth
Pimpin' hoein' Pippen Jordan
On some team shit now

Chi-Town in da fuckin' building man
Get this bag any way we fuckin' can man
Seclusion in the booth
Pimpin' hoein' Pippen Jordan
On some team shit now

called my phone
I can be great without a ring like Karl Malone
Take the throne and maybe I won't be left at home
Second grade I was writing by the monkey

started to fall yet
And it'd be another day before anyone turned on their Christmas lights
The purgatory of late autumn mixed well with this dull Minnesota

cheese
I was hustling in Supreme, gettin dat green by any means
Have you ever been inside a house around them fiends
Have you?
Ever peeped a dead body

all my temperament
No settling our differences
That bitch ain't a story
Mommy said I'm taking it
Unfollowed by most my friends
Started to feel like some

I just wanna thank the Lord for this beautiful moment I'm still here you know
Still here telling my story momma you made it
This life don't come with

It's Christmas eve and I'm out on the road
Been driving for days don't know how to get home

Boot gas, ice on the floor
Don't know this road, never

Baby picture us on the pouring rain
Feeling life since you came my way
When you cut up to all this great

You remind of a sunlight
Live my heart out

house he landing on 
Being a kid is priceless oh goodnight Riq
Santa on his way Shinny can’t sleep...

Them sweet potato pies gettin baked by 4
Ta you

seem like everybody dying death can’t wait it ain’t patient 

They shoot the house up doing drive by’s they killing kids and they inside 
They up

Fridays I'm higher
Can’t fuck with liars
I'm sad and I'm tired
Christmas was last week
But I'm still relaxing
I'm chilled out at my house
So if you want

nigga not a folder
Lean to my left 
Lil nigga that's
A shoulder
Can't fuck with you
Lil nigga
that's a loader
Xan, Xan catch this whore
I was raised by

We were garden hopping, bobby knocking
You could smell what the rock was cooking
Quick go now cos, no ones looking
Football sock was my Christmas

Suicide [Explicit]

Bobby Gaylor

Fuzzatonic Scream

2000

aren't allowed that thought
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
That live in