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lando bando, stanwill & glockboyz teejaee - shitty christmas lyrics

[intro: stanwill]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
sh+t, merry christmas
all these hoes, haha

[verse 1: stanwill]
all these hoes on me like i’m santa claus
when they need a bucket, they give stan the ball
when it come to business, i be standin’ tall
ever since i upped the hitstick on him, he ain’t ran the ball
b+tch thought she heard “jingle bells,” it’s the hutch pendants
i ain’t never get my balance back, i guess i’m stuck trippin’
they can never see it how i see it, ’cause the buffs tinted
need some reindeer how i slay hoes
brodie keep a script like he play roles
i hit four stores, boy, that’s eight phones
treat him like it’s somethin’ in his eye and get his face blown
one room, three hoes, b+tch, i’m too jolly
my b+tch want an ass, we gon’ cop a new body
i ain’t in your b+tch, i’m in the stu’ probably
it’ll be a cold day in h+ll if they hear you shot me

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
well, every christmas time, when times get hard, i’m like the grinch
i told that ho to wait her turn, made that b+tch sit the bench
i feel like santa how i’m floatin’ in the whip
christmas comin’ up, you know i got a brick on top my list, yeah
it be cold outside, i keep the heater on me
janky promoter, we threw that boy a party, i don’t know him
you be sneakin’ around the crib, probably tip+toeing
i can buy my neighbor’s house and put ’em out if they get annoying
i got a bag real big, my name santa
fifty of them thangs, we got ’em gone, not even braggin’
i’m in the field for real, you think this sh+t a game, this ain’t madden
i got twenty on me now, and it’s so light, forgot i had it
[interlude: stanwill]
b+tch

[verse 3: stanwill]
it could be the summer, walkin’ out of hutch, it’s wintertime
he just said it’s beef, so now my k!llers think it’s dinnertime
cracked a pint of wocky, now we energized
i be rockin’ christian, but your b+tch say i give sinner vibes
they gon’ think he festival, we find his house and light it up
ain’t no petty shopper, b+tch, i walk in saks and buy it up
the ladder to success what i be climbin’ up
jealous how we add it up, got n+ggas tryna minus us

[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
we outside in the summer and the wintertime
we don’t wait ’til it get cold, we forever grind
i let the weed talk for me, i don’t even write my rhymes
picked her up a benz, she went home in the uber ride
i’m in a nike tech, these my play clothes
finna make a thirty before five and take it back home
then around six o’clock, we went and poured a four
couple thousand, that ain’t sh+t, we probably bet that on the ten+to+four

- lando bando stanwill glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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