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Kodak Black

Nightmare Before Christmas

 

Nightmare Before Christmas


I tried to stay out of love 'cause I'd kill me a bitch
I'm just fucking and thugging and getting money to lit to commit
I got one ho riding my face, another one riding my dick
Like I'm Santa Claus I'd check a nigga off of the list
I'm the nightmare before Christmas
Got a fish tank with no fishes
I was out in the deep end and even Nemo couldn't find me
I ain't changed on nobody
They don't see me that I'm grinding
Tryna have this nigga packed up and cremated by this Friday
You incapable of standing your ground, you ain't solid
Like a toilet stool, my diamonds don't flush, I'm shit popping
But we ain't tripping 'cause you ain't fucking with us, ain't shit stopping
Now she overcoming us, when us, she dick hopping
Can't be on a Kawasaki, I hate niggas like a Nazi
I know a lot of rappers that try to say "No" to drugs, but they don't listen
Always giving back to youngin's in the hood, I know they feelings
I'm a thug but I be out here spreading love like it's the sixth
I start focusing on me I felt so gone on my niggas
Then I'ma ride her so I find myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predicting me, low-key niggas been hating
But they benefit they have you in shitty situations
They 'posed to lace you, keep you straight and you the one with the paper
But nowadays they probably lace you soon as the right time to snake you
I'm a shot caller, I'm a shot taker
MJ my baby mama so I buy her Marc Jacobs
I'ma get with ya', can't nobody say a, nigga
I kill killers and I hate haters
All these elevators stepping take the staircase
The only way you niggas beat me if a catch a Fed case
And ain't no going back, I'm on they ass every day
I'm busy flipping sacks, she get to slang dick through yesterday
My sack shit ain't the problem, my dick too good, it just be slanging
I'm posted in the hood but I'm too rich to just be hanging
I'ma be fifty still banging, with the youngins throwing' Z's up
I'm from Pompano, we P's down and throw our three's up
She solid like my mama, where she at? I need to find her
Like heard all in Dior, what's so special 'bout designer?

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