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'Twas the night before Christmas (feat. j4zzy)
by RJ. Golding
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I take yo bitch to the movies, aye
I think yo bitch wanna do me, aye
I just want head fuck the coochie, aye
She give me blow like a loosie, aye
My bitch is bad and she bougie
She wear designer like Gucci, and she rock Louis
Yo bitch is more like a groupie, aye
I put my hand print on her booty
I fuck her and dump her, delete her number
You a side hoe I just fuck for the summer
I slip in dat pussy, ain't talking no butter
No love for these bitches, suck wit a rubber
If it ain't pussy, don't want nothing from her
After I buss her, get thrown in the gutter
Sound like I'm up in the booth
Feel like I'm stuck in my room
I'm tryna fuck it and snooze, she let me suck on her boobs
I don't want nothin' but loot
I ain't nothin' loose
But I got somethin' to prove
But I got somethin' to prove
I slide in the pussy like playgrounds
When we fucking she making them great sound
All night we've fucking for eight rounds
Kicking boots, with the cooch, it won't stay down
Bitch riding my dick like greyhound
She been rolling my stick for like eight miles
Said my dick on her face was like eight pounds
When I nut on her face that's a great smile
I got no love for these hoes
I cum on they nose
And tell get out of my home
Only got love for bros, and love for folks
On soul we gon' get to this doe
I can't let down if I wanted to, that is impossible
Me giving up isn't honorable
I'm conquering all of my obstacles, shout out to God
Cuz without him, I probably wouldn't be here with all of
Me getting rich is just something I gotta do
Looking back now, being broke so wasn't comical
Roaches on roaches, some crawling all on the food
Back then I six, there was nothing that I can do
Things are better though, It's winter time, I let it snow
December seventh, 11pm, it's bout time I let you go
I take yo bitch to the movies, aye
I think yo bitch wanna do me, aye
I just want head fuck the coochie, aye
She give me blow like a loosie, aye
My bitch is bad and she bougie
She wear designer like Gucci, and she rock Louis
Yo bitch is more like a groupie, aye
I put my hand print on her booty
I fuck her and dump her, delete her number
You a side hoe I just fuck for the summer
I slip in dat pussy, ain't talking no butter
No love for these bitches, suck wit a rubber
If it ain't pussy, don't want nothing from her
After I buss her, get thrown in the gutter
Sound like I'm up in the booth
Feel like I'm stuck in my room
I'm tryna fuck it and snooze, she let me suck on her boobs
I don't want nothin' but loot
I ain't nothin' loose
But I got somethin' to prove
But I got somethin' to prove
I slide in the pussy like playgrounds
When we fucking she making them great sound
All night we've fucking for eight rounds
Kicking boots, with the cooch, it won't stay down
Bitch riding my dick like greyhound
She been rolling my stick for like eight miles
Said my dick on her face was like eight pounds
When I nut on her face that's a great smile
I got no love for these hoes
I cum on they nose
And tell get out of my home
Only got love for bros, and love for folks
On soul we gon' get to this doe
I can't let down if I wanted to, that is impossible
Me giving up isn't honorable
I'm conquering all of my obstacles, shout out to God
Cuz without him, I probably wouldn't be here with all of
Me getting rich is just something I gotta do
Looking back now, being broke so wasn't comical
Roaches on roaches, some crawling all on the food
Back then I six, there was nothing that I can do
Things are better though, It's winter time, I let it snow
December seventh, 11pm, it's bout time I let you go
