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deck da hallz - ggot curt lyrics

[intro]
deck the halls with boughs of holly
fa*la*la*la*la, la*la*la*la
’tis the season to be jolly
fa*la*la*la*la, la*la*la*la
don we now our gay apparel
fa*la*la, la*la*la, la*la*la
troll the ancient yule*tide carol
fa*la*la*la*la, la*la*la*la
(curtondatrack, go crazy)
grrgh, b*tch, yeah
(deck them halls with boughs of molly)
(ha*ha*ha*ha*ha, ha*ha*ha*ha)
b*tch
(know me, my n*gga gon’ paint them walls)
(with yo’ motherf*ckin’ body)
ay, merry christmas n*gga
(pow*pow*pow*pow*pow, pow*pow*pow*pow)
ggot, what that mean?
let me talk ‘bout what they seen, n*gga

[verse 1]
she like the way i’m talkin’ off the wall
ay’ b*tch i made this f*ckin’ beat, i beat that p*ssy
til’ she can’t crawl (bow, bow)
i f*cked the sh*t up out that b*tch, whole time she really just my dawg
found out she f*ckin’ with my dawg, can’t trust that b*tch
mane that’s the law
and i’m too raw

[chorus]
boom*boom, sneak attack (*tack)
b*tch i’m like ooh, get it back (get back)
i sprayed that boy down like some rain
he should’ve never turned his back (he wack)
b*tch, don’t get mad (that’s bad)
b*tch i’m just ‘bout that bag, yeah
that pretty b*tch, she call me santa
the way i’m slidin’ through her back (in that)
fa*la*la*la*la, p*ssy b*tch get out the way
that glock go fah*fah*fah*fah*fah, fwwh
it make them b*tches run away
the way i deck them f*ckin’ halls
gon’ send ‘em straight to heaven gates (just wait)
lil’ shawty say she like the fact i stay up out the way (okay)
[verse 2]
lil’ shawty in my face
she tryna’ see ‘bout what i say (today)
it be the f*ckin’ day we get together, celebrate (hooray)
i been the hottest n*gga out my city til’ this day (parade)
i need a s*xy pretty b*tch that’s bad like coi leray (that’s bae)
can’t f*ck with’ hatin’ b*tches, mane it’s f*ck the sh*t they say (okay?)
it’s f*ckin’ christmas day, that mean it’s time to merk today (ay’ say)
these b*tches out they mind if they be thinkin’ i’ma chase (okay?)
it ain’t no cappin’, ain’t no lyin’ lil’ b*tch, you see it in my face (no case)
that pretty b*tch, she wantin’ me to eat her f*ckin’ cake (okay)
she said she wasn’t stuntin’ me, ain’t take her on no date (i can’t)
b*tch why the f*ck you thinkin’ you my bae?
s*send that b*tch boy, what he say?
b*tch i get active, deck them halls wit’ ya face (ay’)

[chorus]
boom*boom, sneak attack (*tack)
b*tch i’m like ooh, get it back (get back)
i sprayed that boy down like some rain
he should’ve never turned his back (he wack)
b*tch, don’t get mad (that’s bad)
b*tch i’m just ‘bout that bag, yeah
that pretty b*tch, she call me santa
the way i’m slidin’ through her back (in that)
fa*la*la*la*la, p*ssy b*tch get out the way
that glock go fah*fah*fah*fah*fah, fwwh
it make them b*tches run away
the way i deck them f*ckin’ halls
gon’ send ‘em straight to heaven gates (just wait)
lil’ shawty say she like the fact i stay up out the way (okay)
[outro]
(cause i’ma deck them halls with boughs of molly)
(ha*ha*ha*ha*ha, ha*ha*ha*ha)
(ay’ me, my n*gga gon’ paint them walls)
(with yo’ motherf*ckin’ body)
(pow*pow*pow*pow*pow, pow*pow*pow*pow)
(bow)
(she like the way i’m talkin’ off the wall
(ay’ b*tch i made this f*ckin’ beat, i beat that p*ssy
(til’ she can’t crawl)
(bow, bow)
(i f*cked the sh*t up out that b*tch, whole time she really just my dawg)
(found out she f*ckin’ with my dawg, can’t trust that b*tch)
(mane that’s the law)
(and i’m too raw)

- ggot curt lyrics

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