Christmas day With my daddy far away 'Cause we miss him so and love him oh so much All I want for Christmas is my daddy To help me docorate the Christmas
here and daddy won't be home this year The little boy looked up at mommy and he cried All I want for Christmas is my daddy to help me docorate the Christmas
Translation: The Buck Owen's Buckaroos. All I Want For Christmas Is My Daddy.
'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level,
im hella fly but her dude dum bummy. and i dont get girls i make her get one for me, my weed real plummy and real gummy. and my flow is harder than an
I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole
, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame Out on
' out my dream And I'm tired from it I'd die for it if music needed savin' Music's where my heart is, I'm alive for it, I promise I'm never liked my
ll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would
quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle I done seen hella people relapse I done seen my homey grandparents
me and ran out I knew that God had sent that little boy To remind me what Christmas is all about "Sir, I wanna buy these shoes for my momma please It
Money is everything, money is everything Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money is everything Money is everything, money is everything
what I want for Christmas! I don't want electric trains, Twenty dollar aeroplanes, Free our friends of aches and panes, That's what I want for Christmas. I
in my chest [Chorus] I can try my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find way
I'm hella fly and her dude dumb bummy And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me My weed real plumy and real gummy And my flow is harder than
I knew that god had sent that little boy to remind me What Christmas is all about Sir, I wanna buy these shoes For my mama, please Its Christmas eve
with a condom in a tree All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth My two front teeth, my two front teeth All I want for Christmas is my two front