Lyrics

(Da Illest) They be asking like what's the nightmare before Christmas Told they ass that's me They waking up Hoping to open a gift Im waking up Hoping to open a Zip They spending up thousands of dollars On Forgiatos When it's snowing inside of the crib They singing out carols in bells When my brother been tryna make bail For the death of a jhit Me pouring this money into one of my little niggas growin The only present I would give We keep it a hundred A thousand to real for you niggas No wonder you believe in Santa Lil ma be jolliest dancer I told her to watch for the knocker The boy is a rancher But I keep it clean for the cameras You never gone notice the blammer Till I need a hammer Im building a fire with manners Im tryna be like jimmy kimmel In wrap me a fallon Bring me my juice by the gallon I'm about to go pass me a planet In touch on a star I'd rather be bringing in a quarter million Instead of you niggas smoking my cigars You tell me don't pass on the business You niggas Been passin up business like this shit is hard Don't ever come play me Like you really love me In then when I need you don't know where you are Bookie been talkin his shit Like he ready to die for this shit Put his life on the line for this shit We got of plenty of ties to the shit Cause the name has been known to the City you feel me They call me the nightmare before Christmas Oogie boogie should've told you Don't tempt me I'm wrapping up niggas In feeding they ass to the fishes Don't care if you slid in a Bentley I'm tryna go flip me a rover Catch em outside of his granny house In tip em' over We put the boy on a poster Order that shit for the low In head out for Tacoma Might just pull up in Alabama With it a whole lot of stamina Like I'm sniffing polar Brother don't blow out his candle I know that his momma would hate it If she was a loner We putting subi inside of the bag When I walk out of sax I don't care if the tag on my ass I be knowing she smelling the gas I be waiting for shorty tell me she need her a sack She love when I'm doing the math My fingers love rubbing on cat Almost more than some cash Ain't nothing better than hitting the Stash I promise yo nigga ain't ready for that I'm giving little niggas a vaccine This is muddy water Make you pack heat I got shooters who hit from the backseat With a little something For ya bad feet If you ask me I would get out of dodge I don't fuck wit these niggas who act G So aside from the bull shit I done moved to the top I'd be dammed if you pass P So we get to getting em' out of the way This shit be the normal when you in the trench If you ain't gone throw it Then you finna take it I know what you feeling When holding the blick They want attention Well They finna get it Let's handle business Catch the boy while he piss Give him a reason to limp Cause I'm tired of niggas Who playing like they been a pimp They know we hot in ready Wit exotic Chevys Sellin country grammer like I'm Nelly We up from the belly It's crazy I learned from a relly Cause Niggas wasn't shootin like melly We let it rain for the presi Don't matter who get in the way They get left like spaghetti Im tryna be cool for the feddi I know that you niggas don't like me In most of you petty I've always been lucrative You could meet me At Ruth Chris In all black on some cool shit Sipping on some henny with smooth brisk We be steady Balling off the bullshit Everything is money when I pull shit I be snatching bodies I'm the new grinch Let me introduce you to the pull pit I was stealing way more then your new bitch You hear me (Da Illest)
Writer(s): Brandon Antwan Peoples Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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