Lyrics:
don't know nothin' 'bout what pain is, sucka
I'll put your ass underground like a train conductor, muhfucker (yeah)
I know you don't want it with me
turn it out
Ladies tell me yes they never
Don't never turn me down
Watch me turn em out
Watch how I do it's the one and
Only reason that the routin
Well, it's Christmas time again
Decorations are all hung by the fire
Everybody's singin'
All the bells are ringin' out
And it's Christmas all
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so
gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to supersize it
All the bitches
Well, it's Christmas time again
Decorations are all hung by the fire
Everybody's singin'
All the bells are ringin' out
And it's Christmas all
fingers up)
Put them hands high (put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (wave it in his face)
Tell him, "Boy, bye" (tell him, tell him, "Boy, bye")
In the club wylin' out over henny and patron
Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone
It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown
Shawty in my
I'm out record with spinnin'
They start it from the beginning
Get bottles of Christian Remy
And pass it out to the women
Pull out a stack of 20
name in lights, you tryna short it out the ground
You're the one that's got it twisted, 'cause I'm right by your side
I had a bad day you, jumpin'
shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check and took the ink up out it
So I just
a ass wit' it
That's right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do ho
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire
knuckles and carrying a club
And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, what
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
yourselves down there
alright. It's been a great evening, thank you very
much. Robbie Williams has now left the buidling.
Oh no, I'm afriad he's come back for
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
(murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fire
In the kitchen, baking pies
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave
thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I
like I supposed to
Rollin like I supposed to
Shinin' like I supposed to
In the club, fuckin' wit' honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it when
say it they ménage it
Vegas, stumbling up out of the club
High as elegant, now you're looking for love
Call your girl if you're lookin for her
Nah I
driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Double Saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some
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