ROXBURY XMAS ft. Milkshaw Benedict Lyrics

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Merry Xmas you fucking freaks

Xmas morning I wake up and take a shot of henny

I just got to level 1 and trust me I got plenty

Niggas really wanting gifts like this shit is friendly

Lazy niggas man

I'm self made from the start always pouring out my heart and now that shit is empty

Love and joy gon fill it

They be calling Star for the verse cause they know I kill it

Haters throwing rocks and shade from outside the building

I'm like a hero with my art, but they paint me as a villain

I'm like the Grinch ain't stealing Xmas, I'm just stealing bitches

I'm like my chicken like my bitches, fried and finger licking

Ho Ho Ho I got three vixens out here talking fictions

They took some shots of some liqour and now they on a mission

It's insane here

She say she feel like she on a trip, I'm like same here

Free ya mind from that goofy shit there's no pain here

Let me put my tongue here and Imma make ya rain dear

Won't you come and take a ride on Santa's sleigh

In her cookies, got her singing like Miranda Rae

Shawty out here singing like Sade hitting them notes like the ones that Big Tone play

Hit it Sunday, bless that shit I'm back on Monday

Now she hungry for more dick and some money

Jack Frost on my rings and my neck

Best to back off for I crack ya egg and make an omelette

Must be wild if you think Imma let you disrespect the conglomerate

Boy the set get sick with the dawgs, fuck a vet

Bitch I'm a veteran, yes Imma better man means I am better than any man that ain't Gotta plan

Make himself an easy target so I kill him when her stands

I don't do it for the gram, I just do it for the bands

Now I'm tuning up the band

Shawn Michaels to the fans

I'm the heartbreak kid cause I ain't shawty man

Now I feel like Ric Flair, rings and chains on the shelf

Man I feel like Ric Falir, I got 16 belts

And I don't need another, I got plenty

Just need another shot of Henny nigga (Woooooooo)

Turn me up

Taking a shot of the Casami-yurp

December twenty-yurp

Fuck outta here

Most most most most most most most

I popped up on yo bitch like its Xmas

No way in this hell she resisting

That ain't Santa Klaus in yo kitchen

Milkshaw getting cookie from a vixen

Gucci louie Prada on ya pinterest

But you so naughty you should be asking for forgiveness

Cause a real one in ya presence

The gift is in my essence

Fuck a holiday

Everyday is a mission

Rap better than yo mama on the eve

All my dogs eat while you niggas pet peeves

While y'all sweat me, all I do is sweat weaves

Grown and sexy

Can I be ya wet dream?

Just another day

While my sis and brothers lay

I'm up working like a slave ain't no other way

Winter baby born to win

Aint nothing gonna change

Her throat like a chimney

Neck like a crane

Everybody asking why you so profane?

You want me do a Christmas song

This is what you get

You always in for a suprise, baby on yo steps

See this the time to give to make niggas forget

What the fuck is going on?

You probably on vacation

While I'm making this song

Playing with ya girls thong

Like baby baby, you know Sisqos on right?

It's the kingdom in the house

You peep I got the bounce

The bury never worry must've got me mistaken honey

It's time to up the wager

Rox get the paper

The kitty

The gato

The city

Is ours hoe (fuckin' freaks)

Tis the season motherfucker (fuckin' freaks)

Tis the season motherfucker

Get to work nigga!

Fuck Xmas!