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Mistletoe Video (MV)




Performed By: Slaughter
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Noah Slaughter




Slaughter - Mistletoe Lyrics




She a smoochie, thank god it ain't no mistletoes
Heart of gold, I stay true once it all unfold
Ona low, I'm running low, so I stay away from folks
Found a dome, that bend good, but it don't withhold

Don't keep score, cause I killed the power to the source
20 wearing jorts, must be in poppa mode
She not a hoe, she delulu , must've been drop before
On her head, cause that shit, won't stop talking lord

Multiple codes to my phone, cause I can't trust a hoe
DND, keep my peace, I'm ona different globe
Where you going? She said home, but bitch don't slam my door
Bought a scope, clearer vision, I could sight a mole

Ran to the store, bought some soap, she a funky hoe
Picked up my pole, playing with it, but it's loaded hoe
Took it from her, like a repo, you'n own it bro

I let her brush these waves, till I stay complete
She let me fork her sea, till she throw the tee
Not looking for a wife, I'm chasing better things
To afford my kids tuition, keeps me ona scene
She a hoochie, not green, but none close to P

I'll make a movie, but the bed gon be the only scene
Cuzzo in Juvie, so you know we screaming free the team
Going stupid, might've thought I played a role in scream

Jack Supreme, way down to the boxer briefs
Slaughter team, wear a crown, Ima pure pedigree
Mr. Clean, the way this light beam on me
Not a G, but I'll lay em straight to rest in peace
(Not a G, but I lay em straight to rest in peace)

Up my team, for them times that I may need a screen
She dripped in Celine , but I promise you it wasn't me
Fixed my teeth, but I never once stopped loving me
He a geek, and his bitch would f*ck me for some weed

Think he street, but this magazine don't care bout heem
He tryna speak, must not know that he could lose some teeth
Take a seat, enjoy the scene, live in reality
Cause someday you gon' need, chill old memories
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She a smoochie, thank god it ain't no mistletoes
Heart of gold, I stay true once it all unfold
Ona low, I'm running low, so I stay away from folks
Found a dome, that bend good, but it don't withhold

Don't keep score, cause I killed the power to the source
20 wearing jorts, must be in poppa mode
She not a hoe, she delulu , must've been drop before
On her head, cause that shit, won't stop talking lord

Multiple codes to my phone, cause I can't trust a hoe
DND, keep my peace, I'm ona different globe
Where you going? She said home, but bitch don't slam my door
Bought a scope, clearer vision, I could sight a mole

Ran to the store, bought some soap, she a funky hoe
Picked up my pole, playing with it, but it's loaded hoe
Took it from her, like a repo, you'n own it bro

I let her brush these waves, till I stay complete
She let me fork her sea, till she throw the tee
Not looking for a wife, I'm chasing better things
To afford my kids tuition, keeps me ona scene
She a hoochie, not green, but none close to P

I'll make a movie, but the bed gon be the only scene
Cuzzo in Juvie, so you know we screaming free the team
Going stupid, might've thought I played a role in scream

Jack Supreme, way down to the boxer briefs
Slaughter team, wear a crown, Ima pure pedigree
Mr. Clean, the way this light beam on me
Not a G, but I'll lay em straight to rest in peace
(Not a G, but I lay em straight to rest in peace)

Up my team, for them times that I may need a screen
She dripped in Celine , but I promise you it wasn't me
Fixed my teeth, but I never once stopped loving me
He a geek, and his bitch would f*ck me for some weed

Think he street, but this magazine don't care bout heem
He tryna speak, must not know that he could lose some teeth
Take a seat, enjoy the scene, live in reality
Cause someday you gon' need, chill old memories
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Writer: Noah Slaughter
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