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christmas - antisxcial (rapper) lyrics

(yeah, lets go, lets go)
(lets rage)
yo, i’m tryna run my bands up (what)
yeah, i’m throwing my hands up
in the air
i’m tryna tell my children that life ain’t fair
yeah i was broke and i ain’t have money to take a bus fare (take a bus fare)
i couldn’t get around town, ain’t n0body would share (what)
yeah they all thought i was poor and they would stare (they would stare)
but i ain’t broke, my pockets tall like my dad b*tch (like my dad b*tch)
talk about christmas, that’s some sh*t we never had (some sh*t we never had, hey)
f*ck n*gga roll up, he gon’ end up dead (blaow)

[verse]
i just took 20 bands, make that sh*t turn 50 (sh*t turn 50)
this a wedding ring, does that sh*t fit you? (sh*t fit you)
she told me to stop all that complaining, to stop all that b*tching
she said, “at least this year, money in the picture” (hey)
yeah she can afford gifts, she tryna read the scripture (tryna read the scripture)
we gon’ get to firing them bl!cks, we gon’ get to switching (we gon get to switching)
aye, we going to do that sh*t, if you end up snitching (what)
so you better not end up in jail, you don’t want that (you don’t want that, boop*boop)
my whole gang been in the pen, you forgot that (forgot that)
we aiming at your head. yeah we shot that (we shot that, blaow)
i bought her a necklace, yeah i bought that (yeah i bought that)
why she thought i was heartless, yeah she thought that (aye)
i ran up like 20 bands, yeah i dropped that (dropped that)
i just caught a case, yeah, but i fought that (fought that, aye)
she tryna get that clout, she said followback
i said, “h*ll naw”, cause i’m loyal
[chorus]
yo, i’m tryna run my bands up (what)
yeah, i’m throwing my hands up
in the air
i’m tryna tell my children that life ain’t fair
yeah i was broke and i ain’t have money to take a bus fare (take a bus fare)
i couldn’t get around town, ain’t n0body would share (what)
yeah they all thought i was poor and they would stare (they would stare)
but i ain’t broke, my pockets tall like my dad b*tch (like my dad b*tch)
talk about christmas, that’s some sh*t we never had (some sh*t we never had, hey)
f*ck n*gga roll up, he gon’ end up dead (blaow)

(just* just feel)
(musique pour chic)

- antisxcial rapper lyrics

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