December Lyrics

Halfbreed done slipped right in

In the game to win

Wont sell it by the ten

Whole zips gotta stay paid

They say I'm overweight

Bitch I'm One seventy five

With thirty six ounce steaks

What the fuck they talking about

Dope game soldier stay clocking it out

I don't fuck with no niggas

That be talking like hoes

With a dick in the mouth

Hit a motherfucker with a chronic sound

Stay breaking it out

And stay busting it down

Rolling up out a fresh pound

Rents due

Price about to swoop down

I done kicked the dope out

Production

Pushed the coke out

Billy the kid in a Cadillac

I done slid out and sparked a gram

Been seen in a dope house

Seen me Blow a big Smoke cloud

Twenty twos and I been on chrome

Two to the head

It's getting cold out

Tried to come in the back

I don't know what a no about

Move around or put out

Stuck in her ass and can't go without

Stacking money

Where your dollars be

And Who got the whole pounds

Who got the whole pounds

Let me see what your plug is about

It's cold in December

Got snow in the south

But I don't got no frost in me

Pull it out the waist back off of me

Trapping out through December.

You can catch the breed

Hopping on the beat.

Geeked out tryna party

Need a bitch that be acting naughty for me

Shaking ass and popping pussy

Baddest bitches in the city

Lay em out flat and sticky

Lame bitches stick to the dick

Boring as fuck won't eat the kitty

Fuck that send her back

That's a type of bitch that could never get with Me

Tryna count them grams

While she naked to the toe

Pimping Pussy on the camera

Be the south side show

Pipe a bitch down and won't skip no holes

Need pussy like a head gotta get that dope

Trap the pussy and done broke her soul

I done broke this beat

Marijuana all in my chromosomes

Run it back across the field

Trap the pussy and wont be discrete

Sell drugs off the phone

To many years i done spent looking down

Hitting licks off my phones

I been the weed man

Running dope tryna run out

Selling speed and

Smoking leaf im the tree man

I flooded drugs in my whole town

Make own instrumentals

Got my own sound

Turned up and won't go down

Been perked off a pill

Like a pro now

Safe to say I'm the Pronoun

Produce smoke music and dope sounds