Lyrics:
on the ratchets
Goin' out like Christmas addicts screamin' "Fuck it"
Ready to make a move, cock back, and buck it
See him slippin', know he trippin', hear him
Okay boys and girls, let's go
Alright
Another wretched morning
A wretched october day
No sound of angels in the trees
Christmas is far away
Yeah,
hit list
I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas
Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick
I knew this all along I was waiting
So you packed up and left town unannounced.
You left a note by the door that said you've gone away.
And you said that the girl that we all thought we
1st feel like it's Christmas eve
Freedom
I'd give everything I have in this world to be anybody but me
As long as I win
Freedom is coming tomorrow
Get
and girls
Pulling lettuce from the pothole hosing off the engine oil
Wax apples at Christmas, next year they're sniffing glue
All of a sudden I was blinded
before Christmas
My son so gifted, but that's not enough
He deserve the world, how I'm gonna get it?
Durin' pandemic, my girl got fired
Tats on my
the sky, Santa will start his journey
To deliver a toy to each as one
Full of love or none
Every little girl and boy
A child awaits with a tear in his eye
remind me how I ruined Christmas
Guatemalan bitch up in my DM
And she gon' keep on sayin' that I'm gifted
Model bitches gave me all the lip gloss
Every
have you been longing for?"
He said
"All I want for Christmas
Is a rock n' roll electric guitar"
And then away went Rudolph
Racin' like a shooting star
have you been longing for?
All I want for Christmas is a
Rock and roll electric guitar
And then away went Rudolph
Whizzin' like a shootin' star
distance
Head in the clouds, mindin' my business
I got family, I got homies who are locked down by the system
And I'm prayin' for the black girls
Who
for all kinds of places, and toys, for all girls and boys...these are
Some of the things that I wish for, Christmas time
I write Santa Claus
I tell
what I'll do
I've said you you were my baby
The sort of girl that father christmas brings
And heaven knows you made me
I get the most extraordinary
Looking back on when I
Was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry
Was for Christmas what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes
Would not get
Antarctic and you were the ice police
Jesus is living up in heaven
Sending Christmas cards to girls with large vocabularies
And the words you know make
look like a asshole
It's hard for me to tweak, 'cause you don't give a fuck
They say, "You ugly, Michael Christmas," well, that's just my luck
I'm
Looking back on when I
Was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry
Was for Christmas what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes
Would
done wit you guys
I left you behind
Can't come on this side
When you speak I'll never reply
To the girls who curved me before man
Look at me now
All up
Christmas groove
We always find it
Wrapped up in a smile and then we turn it loose
Oh yes we live it and give it
Every single drop of our Holiday cheer
the bacon like I skinned a pig
Put my CD on your Christmas list
These niggas is trash, they should wear a bag like Missy did
I ain't playing no more, I do
on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again
You said you never met one girl
Who had as many James Taylor records as you
But I do
We tell stories
we can't find work
Abuella, mommy and the girls,in a one bedroom
South beach lifestyle, they just paying for the view
Mommy on the couch, since
that smell? QM
Ho ho ho ho yo its Le Père Noël!
What do you want for Christmas? QM
To sum it up - put it in a nut shell
I'd have to say QM
She
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