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lesterisdead - christmas tinner lyrics

[intro]
turkey, potato, gravy, then you got bread sauce
you’ve got cranberry sauce, broccoli, and stuffing

[chorus: lesterisdead]
we’ve been chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner
chase that with the [?] liquor
we k!ll that homie how you figure
’cause we chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner
yeah, we chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner
chase that with the [?] liquor
we k!ll that homie how you figure
’cause we chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner

[verse 1: lesterisdead]
i’m just coolin’ eatin’ christmas tinner (christmas tinner)
i eat the ass like christmas dinner (woo)
i call in and have thai delivеred (ya)
while i f+ck yo’ sister in my slippеrs (d+mn)
yeah, i’m whippin’ that ford taurus (ford taurus)
my whip its got four doors (skrt, skrt, skrt)
that’s room for me and four wh0res
who’ll suck ten d+cks for a fake michael kors, d+mn
got gravy on the track now (track now)
so i suggest ya’ll should back down (yup)
no ya’ll don’t want none of that now (nah)
he’ll pull your b+tch up with facts now
i’m in my boxers eatin’ cereal (gang)
in the kitchen whippin’ up some cheerios (gang)
kick back on the couch drinkin’ fanta
watchin’ seinfeld feelin’ like a stanza
[chorus: lesterisdead]
we’ve been chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner
chase that with the [?] liquor
we k!ll that homie how you figure
’cause we chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner
yeah, we chillin’ eating christmas tinner
chase that with the [?] liquor
we k!ll that homie how you figure
’cause we chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner

[verse 2: yung gravy]
(holy sh+t)
uh, yeah, chillin’ eatin’ christmas tinner
what’s for dinner?
pull up lookin’ like a winner
yeah, i match yo’ b+tch on tinder
i get a cold like its winter
finessin’ through december
and yo’ b+tch tryna get my member
i cannot remember if she was a contender
hot like some embers, booty f+ckin’ tender
lay that pipe once then i would turn into a f+ckin sender
uh, gotta testify
pull up to the spot lookin’ extra fly
and i got yo’ main b+tch tryna touch my thigh
i had to bob and weave but it was worth a try, uh
yeah, i had to do it like that
look down at my wrist and i see an ice pack, nice racks
yo’ b+tch got a nice ass, but so do i
so i send that b+tch a booty pic
make that groovy sh+t
all my thotties stupid thick, uh

- lesterisdead lyrics

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