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positive as fuck
I fucking love it
But I was gonna say
You should just tone down
The lyrics a little bit
Sure cunt hoe slut trick
Fuck fuck faggot bitch
Go

the break of day
I make all the little girls happy
While the boys are out to play

I ain't like the old Saint Nick
He don't come but once a year
I ain't like

on the boy, like a pogo
If your style isn't fresh we like oh no
Saint Nick with your chick, she's a ho ho 
You can't join the clique, that's a no go 
It is what

Saint Nick's on his way
Hey
Next thing I did was turn around
And Santa's sleigh lands on the ground
I couldn't believe my own eyes
It really was that

Timex
She ready for this dope boy dialect
In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
The East Coast meets Kanye West
Death Row reeks underneath my

on a little nick
Billington tried to fuck me without a warning
Wrapping a pretty boy ken Barbie doll parody
Put you back in that plastic my alter ego split
I

some hoes giving dome
For some tiffany stone

Yea Bentley with the frog eyes
City Boys never switching bitch it's mob ties
Givenchy imma mix it with

was just looking for saint 
But he ain't gone come out today 
Aye 
Like the clouds when the sun in the shade 
But ya boy done been moving with wind 
But

the stairs
Quit crying how your life is tough boo hooo nobody who really cares
It's Saint Nick I make the bass hit let me arrange it
Got your girl singing my

Lyrics: JK Nick Nichols and Gary Narron
Music: JK Nick Nichols
(c) 2015

Summer Town

VERSE
Watching the clock like a close ball game 				
This time

cane
From a self named lane from whence he came
Was a Little Saint Nick with a belly like a bowl full of jelly
Tell me how could he be both
Is he little

my line when its time to freak 
Gotti hottie, heavenly body 
Saint nick naughty
Q bout to catch a lick like his name was cardi

bright like porch lights
On Christmas eve
Use my gift to bag a bitch like saint nick
Think of Santa bitch
This a clause you can't miss

That's ya bitch, aw

(yeah)
They shoot at ya head till ya dead
Rap up the body Saint Nick (ouu)
All these niggas sweet honey bun (yeah)
Choppa make a nigga hit the Quan (yeah)

the hardest for real
Not a virgin but Virgin should give this artist a deal
No side dish, I won't sign for less than half of a mill'
I'm Saint Nick with

Ugly God

[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)

You'sa ugly, wit that 24-KT...
Wrist game got the labels wanna pay me
Warriors and Lakers on the floor, got the powder