Christmas & 808s ft. Vallad & PAP!LAND Lyrics

Feel like Kanye West when I do what I do

Bang out with 808's I don't need you

Gold link I detach when she loving the crew

All girls are the same lucid dreams off the juice

Not fucking with yacc or eggnog pour a deuce

I'm not tryna argue I'm calling a

I'm not tryna argue I'm calling a truce

Every time that it's falling I pick up a jewel

I might think it's snowfall but no saints in this booth

Think I found me the one they still coming in

Think I found me the one they still coming in two's

I done lost me a lot this year ain't that the truth

Hurt my heart he Harvey TV in a suit

World on my shoulders I still carry you

All these lights in the sky but I shine like a jewel

Ahh fuck hahaha

Yurrp

My boi JD

This shit crazy doe no funny shit

Merry Christmas bitches um yea

Open ya presents

Um uh shit, look in the sky my nigga we there

Feel like Kanye West when I do what I do

Bang out with 808's I don't need you

Gold link I detach when she loving the crew

All girls are the same lucid dreams off the juice

Not fucking with yacc or eggnog pour a deuce

I'm not tryna argue I'm calling a

I'm not tryna argue I'm calling a truce

Really feel like this my time and it's mine this year

I been balling with my bro's

I got all of the hoes

She tryna fuck on me, lick on me, kiss on me

Shawty I ain't tryna fuck, I'm just tryna make money

I swear if I lose, I'm running down on you

Girl yo heart confused, I am not for you

Things is I admit it, you couldn't be alone because without me you ain't shit

That's why I hate this bitch

My bitches say she leave when she want

Gotta get back to the streets where she from