Vicious Bhristmas E

Merry Christmas, you filthy animal. And a happy new year. All through your house, I'm not Santa, I'm the Grinch, bitch. Finna take everything I want, I'm Movin' quick, quick. Can't come on me no more, Up on no lick, you movin' stiff, stiff. They happy new years, but it's gon' be a Vicious Christmas. I'm tiptoein', hop up through Your window, movin' slickish. Fuck, I think I hit the kitchen, wash the Dishes. Dressin' up in Armani, I don't think I Look suspicious. They say happy new years, but it's Gon' be a vicious Christmas. It's Mr. Keep a Kel-Tec, semi-automatic. Pull up at the nigga show like, "Nigga, this This." And I'm steppin' in designer, whole lotta Drip. Make a bar do gymnastics when I flip Shit. Like, bitch, I'm the shit. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Like, bitch, I'm the shit. My mama had me Out her ass crack. Tucky four-fifth, smokin' opps YouTube checks, BMI, and an ASCAP. Mr. Beat Her Back and Protect It. Like, "Bae, you know I love you. Baby, what You want for Christmas?" I just want some pussy, I can step for Santa, Swiss, bitch. Like, "Fumance, you really deserve the world, you so Gifted." Never really had a Christmas, 'cause always Was a misfit. Left me on that opp shit, Gotta keep my distance. Never really had a Christmas, 'cause always was a misfit. Left me on that opp shit, gotta keep my Distance. All through your house, I'm not Santa, I'm The Grinch, bitch. Finna take everything I want, I'm movin' quick, quick. Can't come on me no More, up on no lick, you movin' stiff, stiff. They say happy new years, but it's gon' be A vicious Christmas. I'm tiptoein', hop through your Window, movin' slickish. Fuck, I think I hit the Kitchen, wash the dishes. Dressin' up in Armani, I don't think I look suspicious. They say happy New years, but it's gon' be a vicious Christmas. I'm a Rick Owens rocker, a red bottom stepper. You can check my resume, I rock designer, gettin' Cheddar. I change anytime around this bitch like the Weather. I'm a very expensive nigga, I like very Expensive gifts. Why you think I sent the bitch? Spinnin' block with the stick. Me and Fiv just popped dope, bounced out and Put a skit. I give my son a million, Tell that boy I'm Saint Nick. I give my son a M, tell that boy I'm Saint Nick. A lot of niggas want the Plate, but I never pass the pitch. Like I never pass the stick, damn near F'd Hit his bitch. And if I ever got caught Up for a body, plead the fifth. If I ever got caught up for a body, Plead the fifth. Slide through they shit like a Sled. We gon' wrap him like a present, he Delivered to the dead. I'm from Cali, ain't no switches, we put 30s On instead. Not committed to no-, but that nigga Should've ran. Should've ran, nigga. You could lose your life, you blink wrong for Me. Achoo. Ye in real life? Boy, we know that is not you. Always keep a pipe 'cause these niggas, they don't Like you. Throw my bitches designer, but I'm not Like you. But I ain't like you. I could've Hit the first night, but I ain't try to. To keep it real, you the nigga that she Lied to. That I could've hit the first night, But I ain't try to. To tell the truth, You the nigga that she lied to. All through your house, I'm not Santa, I'm the Grinch, bitch. Finna take everything I want, I'm Movin' quick, quick. Can't come on me no more, Up on no lick, you movin' stiff, stiff. They say happy new years, but it's gon' be A vicious Christmas. I'm tiptoein', hop through your Window, movin' slickish. Fuck, I think I hit the Kitchen, wash the dishes. Dressin' up in Armani, I don't think I look suspicious. They say happy New years, but it's gon' be a vicious Christmas