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xmas carol - jim jones, the real ace ht & brand ht lyrics

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[chorus ?]
watch us run it up, we’v ebeen getting paid
wokky in my cup, this ain’t no minute made
pushing p, deep in slab, ain’t no switching lanes
brodie came through with the sack, we all got sh*t to pay
h.t. dudes moving different, this that santa partner
heard he came through with a chop, he got his mellon popped
brodie back to back in this sh*t, that’s another drop
[?] in this b*tch, f*cking up the spot

[verse 1 ?]
i ain’t have no money for no monclaires
now i fly out to [?]
n*ggas ain’t [?] top, he was downstairs
i’m with them k!llers, we turn n*ggas to paulbearers
outside with capo, [?]
truth in my city, feel like paul [?]
slide through, move and disappear, like it was not there
[?] knock [?] o’s, ’cause we are not square
talk about you need a gift, you kids, i do not care
b*tch, i got some gifts, i need a gift, i need it all there

[chorus ?]
watch us run it up, we’v ebeen getting paid
wokky in my cup, this ain’t no minute made
pushing p, deep in slab, ain’t no switching lanes
brodie came through with the sack, we all got sh*t to pay
h.t. dudes moving different, this that santa partner
heard he came through with a chop, he got his mellon popped
brodie back to back in this sh*t, that’s another drop
[?] in this b*tch, f*cking up the spot
[verse 2: jim jones]
hollidays come, it’s like money grow on christmas trees
we used to fly to the west, so we could go and get the trees
ship it over, and guarantee it’s gon’ get to me
we got that knockout, tell santa come and get a piece
all these jewls on my neck, got me feeling like mr. t
these b*tches like mistletoe, she just wanna kiss the d
she nasty, she wanna get up in santa pants
if it wasn’t for this christmas [?] this b*tch would never stand a chance
the snow on my watch, got me feeling like an avalanch
sh*t, i ain’t worried ’bout nothing, [?] inside my pants

[chorus ?]
watch us run it up, we’v ebeen getting paid
wokky in my cup, this ain’t no minute made
pushing p, deep in slab, ain’t no switching lanes
brodie came through with the sack, we all got sh*t to pay
h.t. dudes moving different, this that santa partner
heard he came through with a chop, he got his mellon popped
brodie back to back in this sh*t, that’s another drop
[?] in this b*tch, f*cking up the spot

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