"Christmas Eve" lyrics
Let the lil' bitch get a pic, damn
Roof went missin', I don't miss things
Grown man, I don't play jit games
You call a nigga snitch, still ain't know a lil' thing
Nine out of ten, they gon' bust his brain
Got your haircut like [catcus fade?]
Got a bomber, but the chopper got a switchblade
I'ma push your shit all the way back this way
Told my girlfriend, "Baby, I be tired of games"
Waka Flocka molly, bring fire, fire, flame
Niggas ain't [?] I'm assumin'
I don't smoke [?] I probably be in public
Fuck that lame nigga Boosie, lookin' down on a young nigga gettin' skrilla
I used to look up to Boosie, he hate I got more bread, that old-head stupid
You don't even move like an OG
Couldn't sign me, so you got colder, you know me
Aight, swish, ain't a seafood type of dude, but I like fish
[?] he get, dropped a preview, a nigga seen me write all my shit
Fuckin' 'round, I might miss, tryna get close, I don't do no jigg on hits
Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it
And suck it all up, then sit on it
Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it
And suck it all up, then sit on it
The molly so good, you did a little bit
These 'Raris go, "Wee-wee" (Wee-wee)
See, Britney just turned to a kitty kat, she stayin' at [?]
[?] like a cat
I love to rap and get niggas whacked
Got ninety-nine racks, hunnid M's in jeans
Hunnid thousand racks, ten millions
Lord, He blessed you with good aim
And the world gon' end up 'bout this chain
So clean, step on these shoes, I'll murder you
Don't even happened to the ho even hurted him
Roof went missin', I don't miss things
Grown man, I don't play jit games
You call a nigga snitch, still ain't know a lil' thing
Nine out of ten, they gon' bust his brain
Got your haircut like [catcus fade?]
Got a bomber, but the chopper got a switchblade
I'ma push your shit all the way back this way
Told my girlfriend, "Baby, I be tired of games"
Waka Flocka molly, bring fire, fire, flame
Niggas ain't [?] I'm assumin'
I don't smoke [?] I probably be in public
Fuck that lame nigga Boosie, lookin' down on a young nigga gettin' skrilla
I used to look up to Boosie, he hate I got more bread, that old-head stupid
You don't even move like an OG
Couldn't sign me, so you got colder, you know me
Aight, swish, ain't a seafood type of dude, but I like fish
[?] he get, dropped a preview, a nigga seen me write all my shit
Fuckin' 'round, I might miss, tryna get close, I don't do no jigg on hits
Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it
And suck it all up, then sit on it
Bae, pull my dick out and spit on it
And suck it all up, then sit on it
The molly so good, you did a little bit
These 'Raris go, "Wee-wee" (Wee-wee)
See, Britney just turned to a kitty kat, she stayin' at [?]
[?] like a cat
I love to rap and get niggas whacked
Got ninety-nine racks, hunnid M's in jeans
Hunnid thousand racks, ten millions
Lord, He blessed you with good aim
And the world gon' end up 'bout this chain
So clean, step on these shoes, I'll murder you
Don't even happened to the ho even hurted him
