Christmas lyrics

by

Yeat


[Chorus]
Racks up, let's go
(Mattthw got it)
Might need this Lambo truck (Swerve)
Yeah, fill my cup (Cup), I'm in love with drugs
Back then they was a Christmas tree, lil' b*tch, now it feel like Christmas
Talked to aliens, and they confirmed that boy, he can't miss
Driving to the plug, like I'm walking downstairs for Christmas (Needy)
This a high song, if you sober, you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my patch-up, VETEMENTS jeans, gotta find out what I'm missing (Nothing)
Definitely don't hang with no pussies, definitely gon' hang with my twizzies (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, big money, small money, tall money, long money (Ah-aah)
And the wild thing is that you ain't getting nun' from me (Nun')
Walked up in Chanel, then bought my shoes and my vest from it
Yeah, twizzy down the road, and now that boy think bout his riches (Phеw)
I remember I was brokе, all I had was a bed, but that sh*t was a water bed
Filled up with lean instead (Let's go)
How the f*ck are these broke ass, dumb ass b*tches still in my head (How?)
I gotta get these lil' broke ass kids out my picture, and they driving with lead
Twizzy done smoked 'em like a swisher, now that boy ended up dead (Phew)
I don't wanna talk about that sh*t you tell me, cause all that sh*t too fed (Federal)
I was really posted up in that lil' C8, in the 'Vette (Yeah, swerve)
Yeah, I can't see hate, 'cause this Oxy' in my head (Ha)
Yeah, how the f*ck could I live straight? They wanted me dead (Dead)
Trust me, they ain't give no sh*ts, they left me for dead (Yeah)
I guess whatever can I expect when I leave everyone on read
But I guess what can I expect if I wasn't sliding with no TEC', yeah, like it's Christmas
[Chorus]
Racks up, let's go
(I love you daddy)
Might need this Lambo truck (Swerve)
Yeah, fill my cup (Cup), I'm in love with drugs
Back then they was a Christmas tree, lil' b*tch, now it feel like Christmas
Talked to aliens, and they confirmed that boy, he can't miss
Driving to the plug, like I'm walking downstairs for Christmas (Needy)
This a high song, if you sober, you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my patch-up, VETEMENTS jeans, gotta find out what I'm missing (Nothing)
Definitely don't hang with no pussies, definitely gon' hang with my twizzies (Yeah)

[Outro]
(Yeah, big money, small money, tall money, long money)
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