d.b chapo all i want for christmas şarkı sözleri

All I want for Christmas is a new pint of red I slipped a perk into his drink, I heard he died in his bed Ima fight the dude my bro gonna box you with the led He going fed, I swear to God, you shouldn't have said what you said All I want for Christmas is a Kel-Tech, I can hit him with it I stuff the blick inside my denim jeans, you said it didn't fit I go and get the bows off, I don't know why you would mention it Been out from state to state, from California out to Michigan Bitch, I'm getting bows off Head to chapo crib, I drop a load off I've been mailing packs like a post office Put the Glock away and have my bro run up and box him All I want for Christmas is a wish to come true I got a tech and all the bullets tips are coming in blue All I want for Christmas is a wish to come true I got a tech and all the bullets tips are coming in blue I got the drip like we done fell while we rode a canoe I'm finna slide, I bought a Beamer, copped the newest M2 I ask him what he gon' do, rolled up on the wrong dude Hummer a big body ain't gon' flip like it's a pontoon I slide, yeah, I slide Call me lacking with no blick, so I done popped out with a knife I'mma ride, I'mma ride Seen the dude fall out the whip, I guess we on that type of time Ain't no lies, ain't no lies I feel like a demon, how I'm popping with his fire Bitch, I like the animals, so I'm smoking on vegan weed Hold on, that didn't make no sense because it comes from trees I be standing around, they block, it's like I'm waiting on a gym machine I flip the burner bake his ass for breakfast, now he Jimmy Dean Put the wock inside the danimal I'm sipping on a six of lean Every time I see a newborn baby, I just wanna throw him Every time I see one of my opps, I just wanna hoe him Every time I go and spin they block, it's like they left it open Every time I go to Johnny's, he done left me frozen Every time a goofy come around and don't nobody know him We gon' throw him like the newborn baby I was talking about before I wrote it Bitch, I've been a shark up in that water, you a barracuda Feel like Blp I'll rob a hobo for his pair of Pumas S.O.S., I'm calling out for help or we'll be flaring you up What the f*ck? What the f*ck? What the f*ck You allergic or some Bitch, you allergic or some Walk out the mall with big ass duffles, I be splurging or some I pearled the blunt, it's hitting nice, I think it's perfect or some All I want for Christmas is a burner or some I mixed the wock with pink and green like Timmy Turner or some Bitch, she fucked it up, she fucked it up, she fucked it up She came in the room and fucked it up, so I had to redo it Man, for real, what the f*ck you still doing What the f*ck you still doing here Better go to Autumns so we don't have to deal with you Hold on That was a bar man, that was a bar man, that was a bar man What jeans I got on, shit, they balmains I'ma ball man I'm a ball man Hit a opp in his bald cap, he was bald man He was bald as f*ck Hit a opp like Dr. Phil, I had to chalk him up Ooh Ooh Had to chalk him up like he 2rare Hit him with the Draco and it knocked off all his head, damn Ooh Hit him with the Draco and it knocked off all his damn hair Slipped on a banana peel like Mario, we hit his cart He ain't got a life left, took that shit right out his heart I'm like, have I died Yeah, I hope not, cause it's just the start I knock out his bicep and take him off the fucking chart I come in like five tecs and they all gonna play their part Ripping down the block, I'm cutting up on Rodeo I run to the cheese like I need me all the queso It's a Faygo over six, I'm down to spin depends on how my day go Your shit plastic it when it drop, it sound just like a fucking Lego Run with big dogs, you stay with the little kids who play with Play-Doh Bro, with Dora, with the back pack but don't call me no Diego But this mac gonna find you, got the lo I'm at the door and I'm gonna come from behind you Pop out, not from round here I'm a monster like a Demogorgon Fully 50 mad them bitches love to take out all the organs Used to ride Suburban, now I'm whipping up in something foreign Stepping in my Jordans, grab the key and take a portion Go and bring me back to guala or I have to go extortion Yeah, I have to go extortion on his ass Yeah, I have to go extortion on his ass, on his ass Yeah, I have to go extortion on his ass Oh, f*ck extort his ass off the block, bitch Get his ass off my glock Get his ass off my watch Get his ass off the block
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