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trillnagi – trill christmas lyrics

[intro: trillnagi, mariah carey]
make my wish come true
all i want for christmas
is you

[verse 1]
this christmas, got a big booty b+tch on my wishlist
gout a couple of m’s i ain’t kiddin’
got some [?], a bottle of henny
and i, don’t care for the he say she say
if a n+gga act up let the heat spray
and my mans run it back like a relay
hold on, wait, i’m gettin’ cake every day
it’s crazy i do what i do cause i don’t give a f+ck what a n+gga gon’ say
it’s crazy i move how i move {?}
f+ck these n+ggas keep actin’ cappin’, d+mn, my money keep pilin’ adding
wait, hold on, why these n+ggas be starin’ for so long
if he want a pic tell him we’ll make a fl!ck, choppa sing like mariah in this song
and she call me a d+ck but she still let me hit, pullin’ up to the crib in no thong
and lil mamma a treesh, put your clothes on
and i still keep that icе and that frozone
we [?] make it two+tonе(two, tone)
and i want to take a trip ’round the whole world, wait
i’m just playin’, like b+tch what the f+ck am i sayin’
real talk my bad i ain’t even mean to say sh+t
no time in the past and i’m chasin’ off in a demon, h+llcat racin’
[?] be punchin’ like mayweather, why you dressed my n+gga, just do better
i just might f+ck around get a new beretta
but i still got a glock inside the sweater
crazy, wavy, i’m of the 42 baby(wavy, baby)
b+tch a n+gga goin’ broke again, i got a 30 baby(baby)
and when i walk up in the room, everybody better move
tell them: “n+gga bust a move”, sip the muddy like it’s juice
i get to the cheddar, the money my language ain’t talking rosetta
when i got to make it my n+gga won’t let up
applyin’ the pressure my n+gga, get wet up
woah, can i do, can i do
cause baby all, a+a+all
uh, okay okay, okay okay
yeah, okay okay okay okay okay okay
okay okay, okay okay
okay o+, okay o+, okay o+
[outro]
merry motherf+ckin’ christmas, [?], gang gang gang gang n+gga
happy motherf+ckin’ christmas, have a good day, have a good f+ckin’ night
n+gga get your f+ckin’ bread up
like i’m not playin’ wit’ you n+gga, get your motherf+ckin’ bread up
cause christmas is coming, sh+t, sh+ts getting colder
get your f+ckin’ bread up
let’s f+ckin work n+gga
baaaabyyyy

- trillnagi lyrics

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