Yeah, yeah, everybody get crazy, all the girls in the back
Baddie, legit, ass fat it don't fit, she cannot come where I live, I know she wanna have kids
The way she suck, the way that she f*ck, you know I love the way she spit, she goin' crazy on the dick
Game over, lil' flip, and you don't gotta trip, I'm takin' you on a trip, I seen them copy the drip
Cause I been givin' niggas fits, you think I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I feel just like Kobe Bryant with
RIP to Gigi Bryant, Flames, Ether, killin' shit with no feature
Buff da God, Javi, Juicegawd but Riqo $uav be the leader
School of life i'm your teacher, just like a book how I read ya
Lotta niggas be hustlin' backwards, I'm just steady rollin' Backwoods
I'm comin' straight outta Boston, I won't hold you like a hostage
Wonder why I call a Thankful Records, just be thankful for the records
When it come to all of this rappin' shit, these niggas know I'm the uno
And I can't just have one bitch, you already know I need two hoes
Ballin now I be makin' a play, and shortly be coppin' a tray
And when it comes to flippin' a zip, you know I need at least cuatro
And this is that Suave Cinco, six bad niggas in the whip though
On the first day of Christmas, I got hit up for a seventh
She know her pussy is gettin' eight when I pull up after nine
Spent ten dollars on eggnog, mix it with the Henny, it's a vibe
Now the bad bitches goin' crazy, and niggas hatin' on me lately
Probably cause I keep it a buck, and I'm never givin' a f*ck
I be curvin' hoes left and right, either get left or get right
She be tryin' to get to me all night, and she ain't even my type
She would never be my wife, but for sure she lookin' right
Like a bad gift on Christmas, her man ain't rappin' too tight
I'm bout that green like the Grinch, and I'll make you scream like a bitch
It's the twelfth day of Christmas, and your shorty all on my dick
It's the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love said to me
Twelve drumheads strung in the mirror, and wife is back in ten
Moles are leaking, nine ladies got to eight
Men don't look mean, seven swans are swimmin
Six geese are layin', five golden rings
Four hummingbirds, three French hens, two little doves
And a portrait in a pear tree
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Yeah, yeah, everybody get crazy, all the girls in the back
Baddie, legit, ass fat it don't fit, she cannot come where I live, I know she wanna have kids
The way she suck, the way that she f*ck, you know I love the way she spit, she goin' crazy on the dick
Game over, lil' flip, and you don't gotta trip, I'm takin' you on a trip, I seen them copy the drip
Cause I been givin' niggas fits, you think I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I feel just like Kobe Bryant with
RIP to Gigi Bryant, Flames, Ether, killin' shit with no feature
Buff da God, Javi, Juicegawd but Riqo $uav be the leader
School of life i'm your teacher, just like a book how I read ya
Lotta niggas be hustlin' backwards, I'm just steady rollin' Backwoods
I'm comin' straight outta Boston, I won't hold you like a hostage
Wonder why I call a Thankful Records, just be thankful for the records
When it come to all of this rappin' shit, these niggas know I'm the uno
And I can't just have one bitch, you already know I need two hoes
Ballin now I be makin' a play, and shortly be coppin' a tray
And when it comes to flippin' a zip, you know I need at least cuatro
And this is that Suave Cinco, six bad niggas in the whip though
On the first day of Christmas, I got hit up for a seventh
She know her pussy is gettin' eight when I pull up after nine
Spent ten dollars on eggnog, mix it with the Henny, it's a vibe
Now the bad bitches goin' crazy, and niggas hatin' on me lately
Probably cause I keep it a buck, and I'm never givin' a f*ck
I be curvin' hoes left and right, either get left or get right
She be tryin' to get to me all night, and she ain't even my type
She would never be my wife, but for sure she lookin' right
Like a bad gift on Christmas, her man ain't rappin' too tight
I'm bout that green like the Grinch, and I'll make you scream like a bitch
It's the twelfth day of Christmas, and your shorty all on my dick
It's the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love said to me
Twelve drumheads strung in the mirror, and wife is back in ten
Moles are leaking, nine ladies got to eight
Men don't look mean, seven swans are swimmin
Six geese are layin', five golden rings
Four hummingbirds, three French hens, two little doves
And a portrait in a pear tree
Baddie, legit, ass fat it don't fit, she cannot come where I live, I know she wanna have kids
The way she suck, the way that she f*ck, you know I love the way she spit, she goin' crazy on the dick
Game over, lil' flip, and you don't gotta trip, I'm takin' you on a trip, I seen them copy the drip
Cause I been givin' niggas fits, you think I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I feel just like Kobe Bryant with
RIP to Gigi Bryant, Flames, Ether, killin' shit with no feature
Buff da God, Javi, Juicegawd but Riqo $uav be the leader
School of life i'm your teacher, just like a book how I read ya
Lotta niggas be hustlin' backwards, I'm just steady rollin' Backwoods
I'm comin' straight outta Boston, I won't hold you like a hostage
Wonder why I call a Thankful Records, just be thankful for the records
When it come to all of this rappin' shit, these niggas know I'm the uno
And I can't just have one bitch, you already know I need two hoes
Ballin now I be makin' a play, and shortly be coppin' a tray
And when it comes to flippin' a zip, you know I need at least cuatro
And this is that Suave Cinco, six bad niggas in the whip though
On the first day of Christmas, I got hit up for a seventh
She know her pussy is gettin' eight when I pull up after nine
Spent ten dollars on eggnog, mix it with the Henny, it's a vibe
Now the bad bitches goin' crazy, and niggas hatin' on me lately
Probably cause I keep it a buck, and I'm never givin' a f*ck
I be curvin' hoes left and right, either get left or get right
She be tryin' to get to me all night, and she ain't even my type
She would never be my wife, but for sure she lookin' right
Like a bad gift on Christmas, her man ain't rappin' too tight
I'm bout that green like the Grinch, and I'll make you scream like a bitch
It's the twelfth day of Christmas, and your shorty all on my dick
It's the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love said to me
Twelve drumheads strung in the mirror, and wife is back in ten
Moles are leaking, nine ladies got to eight
Men don't look mean, seven swans are swimmin
Six geese are layin', five golden rings
Four hummingbirds, three French hens, two little doves
And a portrait in a pear tree
Writer: Tariq Tate
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