Combs - Blockheads Lyrics

Swing
Yo
Christmas came early now they screamin "hallelujah"
Don shit, lately I been ballin like I'm Luka
Doncic, fourth quarter really do it to ya
Me and Mark Cuban swag surfin in the lunar
Lander, still on cool math for kiddies
Ride around top down, air out the titties
Pull up playin this when you ride around ya city
And now its goin down like the beats by Nitti
Meet me in the mall. Or meet me where they all
Fall through like the temp and the leaves do in the fall
If you are attemptin to leave this party pause
Or you'll be on the naughty and won't see Mr. Clause, like woo
Dirty stockins, clean coal does not exist
Money make a man change what is common sense
Young Combs the Red rose to prominence
But I still keep myself on a non-exempt
From the BS, feet up playin DS
Santa, I need a wifey and a pair of new Adidas
12 Rhymes or Less - catch me wippin in the Prius
Where I be guessin lines like Cousin Sal on the BS
Wish list: put my numbers with the Beatles
Give us world peace and a Watch the Throne sequel
Sure could use a new president that aint a d-hole
And the buck-60 that I lost on the Eagles
I should ask for healin from the gamblin addiction
But the Bucks minus 9 is lookin like it aint missin
I'ont need a Roley that'll make the wrist glisten
If you just buy the album I'll be feelin magnificent
On Dasher got a dancer in the cockpit
Bitcoin was a shitty-ass stock tip
New album comin out the workshop, kid
Mary Christmas to the homies and the blockheads
And the blockheads
Especially them