Mistletoe lyrics

Hahaha And I don't do–, rain down This beat was made by Seez' That's a tag right there Max in this bitch, A$AP in this bitch VLONE in this bitch, Olivia in this bitch Straight, you know what I'm sayin' Motherfucker getting that dough, getting that bread, nigga, good bread, nigga Loads of cold cuts, so what? Uh Look at me, ho (let's do it) I'ma do me, ho (uh-huh, let's do it) Hit it from the back while she wearing that Gucci thong, speedo (uh-huh) Uh, smoking on diesel, woah, smoking on real, woah I don't get re-rock, why? Sippin' on Cleaning you, yeah Woah, woah, we smoke, I'm gone She like: Where is the blow? I think I'll meet her under the mistletoe She like: Woah: I'm like: Woah When I smoke, I be gone She like: Where is the blow? I left it for her under the mistletoe, woah Uh, hm, straight to the edge, huh, uh 'Fore I leave him dead, uh Bullet hole in his dreads, uh Every day, I get head, uh In between them legs, ma' I'ma go 'head eat you up, I'ma go 'head turn you out I'ma go 'head turn you up, uh, uh, yeah I'ma go 'head turn you up Thots from my old city so sick They'll damn near burn you up Gotta stay strapped up I don't need backup, but you need to back up Proceed with the proceeds Doin' coke, she nosebleed She think she know me, that lil' bitch police Told her to stop, please, stop, please Nigga, you know I'm poppin', pot of hot grease, yeah Nigga, you know I'm poppin', pot of hot grease, yeah, yeah Nigga, you know I'm poppin', just like soda, please, um Got a way with words, call that nigga Socrates She wanna kick it, fuck is this? You will not soccer me, ya' dig? Woah, woah, we smoke, I'm gone She like: Where is the blow? I think I'll meet her under the mistletoe She like: Woah: I'm like: Woah When I smoke, I be gone She like: Where is the blow? I left it for her under the mistletoe, woah