Lyrics:
the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
Now it's house by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills
figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
In a dope fein jacket she know dat I'm da man
Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand
Keepa str8 shoota
and everybody knew his name
He made his living singing high low jack and a game
It was in the month of December on a cold and rainy night
Stagger Lee and Billy
breaking out of his shell
February, he's body's starting to swell
March, at least eight times a day he's got to be fed
April, when he sleeps with me he
Move so much, I often lose my shadow
Don't know where, but I know I got to go
Meet somebody at a quarter to eight
I'm a Scooby Do so I don't be late
the cyrogenic containin the crude samples
One millimeter, in diameter
Since the last explosion, December 3rd, 1992
Reinforce mixin copper
Ah, December, my favorite time of year
And I think you all know why, ho, ho, ho
But here
Let me explain it to you with a song
It's that wonderful,
wasn't an issue
Nigga I got 50 thousand dollars
Worth in tennis shoes
You gotta take an L if you want a fuckin' W
I started in a Super 8
I'm trappin' out
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
I'm beside the future
They can't get rid of it
I'm past, present, every day's December 25th
Jolly ol' Saint Nicholas take your pick
Admire my style,
and Lesley ended up on that same train
I'm talking everyday, I used to wake up around seven or eight
To catch the 906 from Norbury Station
Two different
I picked out a tree
And I tied it to the car
There's a wreath up on our door
Eight tiny reindeer in the yard
I drove under the downtown lights
Nee maar ik geef maar een idee ik ben niet opgevoed met cadeaus
Ik kan me niet herinneren dat ik ooit cadeaus gehad heb
Ook niet met december hoe
with
Buy 'em all minks before December hit
Player like Mase revoke your membership
'Cause this a baller club that come with benefits
They'll
crossin over send your soldiers
Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder
Like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift
From monkey, motherfuckers, that
out this December 7th. Sorry for the delay, but it's business never personal. New people, new money, I had to get that check. So wit that being said,
wasn't an issue
Nigga I got fifity thousand dollars worth in tennis shoes
You gotta take an L if you want a fuckin' W
I started in a Super 8, I'm
figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
In a dope fein jacket she know dat I'm da man
Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand
Keepa str8 shoota
figure out da fastest way grind up on a million
In a dope fein jacket she know dat I'm da man
Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand
Keepa str8 shoota
sipping 8’s we made an octagon
I’ll let my nuts hang, Draymond, the drake coming with me
We gone attack em for the 8th time, the chop big as hell
A power
I ain't never pull a scam, nigga I be trappin
Run up on me stupid nigga, know I'm never lackin
And it's 8 in the clip, cause I emptied 7
Said I
thumbing
I need my drink cold, like December when snow coming
It's a .30 in this bitch
Get his ass cooked
Like his car hit a speed bump the way his ass shook
that feelin'
4 aint got no pride left in it
Fuck 8-4 straight pint I been in
Cold fate, cold night, I'm just livin'
Yeah, yeah
I could book Mars for
and some more
While you playing 2k
Running up 10k
Open that door
And split it in a 4 way
Now we running with 8 like we Kobe
Never listing to what a hoe say
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