Lyrics:
Don't fuck a man when I pass by
I'm pass how, that tinie shit, might pass out
I p-p-p-ick that money up then dash out
I'm bigger than your dads house
society
I'm coming to your house
I'm gonna raise your family
I know where you live on Clarence Street Drive
I know, this song is about you
I'm gonna come
who BetterKid?
I walked into the liquor store wit 6 lbs of dick thats for
the chick that missed gifts for christmas so this is what Im gettin for her
wrong
I tried given like its Christmas, but the fucks done
Ain't shit to run from
More looking forward too healing
I almost lost my appeal and
I can't go
and the clique
House held meetings of the Mob when I was only six
This is Pac and Jesus mixed, words effective as a hit
Gods conscious decisions for my living Holy
I know we got high we touching mountains
We got to close now we falling right down it
Watch out my people for all that surrounding
This bitch is
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm falling back to you
I'm rolling up to your house, it's half past 2am
You said you want
December came on a whim
And took me by its finger prints
Showed how to lay colours out
From seeds
Christmas taught me again
That blood
at the gas station, gonna cancel Christmas
Like Lil Darkie, no presents on the wishlist
Except for a house, now I'm a mouse
Talking in braille, waiting for
you hearing this
I'm fresh out, niggas looking mad with their chest out
It's probably cuz I wore Givenchy from my dress house
It's probably cuz Rami
the Grinch
A few more trips of this, and a house flip gon' make me rich
'Round my way they call you a lick
You'll get stripped, robbed and kicked
Don't
I've been working on a toaster that can fry a lambchop
If I could get the wiring right
By christmas time next year I'm gonna have a patent
Huh, wooh, uh!
I got my real niggaz in the house
Some real motherfuckin men
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ain't no hangups, ain't no insecurities here,
Down at the ground
Being scared when you see me nigga
Many talk few are here but
We winning by a hair
Blink twice if you see me nigga what you say
Ante
Yo yo yo, let's go smoke
Yeah, down there by the train track
Got this half pound, knahmsayin'?
And on the way there let's set off car alarms
sacrificed and paid the price I love
No other could ever do what you did with four kids
Had to raise us by yourself because them dad slid
[Hook]
Please let me
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
in the house minding my buisness tryna rizz a bitch
She said hola Papi I want you on my Christmas list
I looked her up & down & told her u can't
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
Is this how it was intended?
The sunrise over smokestacks in the Midwest
The beauty of this abandoned factory
Christmas lights blinking on and off
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
would fuck and I would leave 'em (I would fuck and I would leave 'em)
We're all equal in this world until you make more money
I worked hard for all my
to make it thru
Left me with my aunt couldn't make a move
House full of kids shared a plate of food
Cartoons master fatantasm
Everything on Christmas 34th
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