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michael christmas - triple h lyrics

[intro – michael christmas]
f-ck!
i left the henny in the other room..
it’s ok, don’t worry about it i’ll get it after (i think we should put a triple h sample right here)
suck it!
yo
b-tch
tick tick
tick tick

[verse 1 – michael christmas]
ever since a little lad, i was just focused on sh-t i ain’t have
i needed jordan’s and fitted’s and -ss
i needed b-tches to notice my -ss
i needed all of these n-ggas approval
hoes in they drawers like a mu’f-ckin doodle
hopin them b-tches like oodles of noodles
i’m out the shower, i look like a poodle
yea i piece that in some broke n-gga jacket
an empty -ss wallet, my bro got the rest
left him for dead, had me actin a fool
time to take sh-t,i came up out the casket
i hit the code, i ain’t hittin no basket
my dog a blur like a n-gga with gl-sses
some of my n-ggas was goin to jail
some of my n-ggas was goin to cl-sses
they with that white girl like they in the plastics
i made a dollar stretch out like gymnastics
one circle square and a honey bun, smack it
stay lounge on the playground
i was on the bus to the greyhound, to new york city
spent a day around, spent a night on a hardwood floor
spent the next day in the same outfit
ain’t bounce til i did somethin, broke as h-ll i ain’t give a f-ck
my f-ckin head stay down, like a n-gga couldn’t get it up
had to flex like triple x, carlito spittin in the face
semi yac n-gga, no chase

[hook – michael christmas]
but i done had h-lla henny headaches
h-lla hoes hatin
head-ss you hot, huh? (naw, suck it…b-tch)
ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games
ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games
ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games
ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

[verse 2 – michael christmas]
the henny headaches and the remy burn, got the eye crust when i wake up
broke as h-ll tryin to get caked up, like a bumpy b-tch doin makeup
ain’t the government, f-ck pay cuts we was all motherf-ckin homeless bruh
sendin juice home in ramen cups
ain’t no food in the fridge or nothin
take ten dollars, cop 2 squares and a forty ounce get f-cked up
sleepin on the couch, sleepin on the floor
f-ck a back pain, man it ain’t nothin
i can make mil’s if i rap ill, make em laugh chill
want a black grill, want a back porch drinkin yac, chill
got a back alley with a crack deal
most of these n-ggas lose hope, do all the drugs in the world just to cope
i see em runnin the rope, that mean i don’t when i’m tryin to move slow
god tell me ‘get off my -ss’ better be rich, how you skipped on em cl-ss
bumblin, fumblin, get all the money and start showin others you somethin

[outro – michael christmas]
we don’t play no m-th-f-ckin games
yo we not spittin up water, we spittin remy
straight into the air when we come down to ?? round 2…
p-ssy

- michael christmas lyrics

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