Michael Christmas

Triple H
FUCK! I left the Henny in the other room.. It's OK, don't worry about it I'll get it after (I think we should put a Triple H sample right here) Suck It! Yo Bitch Tick Tick Tick Tick Ever since a little lad, I was just focused on shit I ain't have I needed Jordan's and fitted's and ass I needed bitches to notice my ass I needed all of these niggas approval Hoes in they drawers like a muhfuckin doodle Hopin them bitches like Oodles of Noodles Come out the shower, I look like a poodle VIP status a broke nigga jacket An empty ass wallet, my bro got the ratchet Back from the dead had me actin a fool Undertake shit I came up out the casket I hit the court, I ain't hittin no basket My dog a blur like a nigga with glasses Some of my niggas was goin to jail Some of my niggas was goin to classes They with that white girl like they in the plastics I made a dollar stretch out like gymnastics Letras de cancionesOne single square and a Honey Bun smacking Stay lounge on the playground I was on the bus took the Greyhound To New York City, spent a day around Spent a night on a hardwood floor Spent the next day in the same outfit Ain't bounce til I did somethin Broke as hell I ain't give a fuck My fuckin head stay down, like a nigga couldn't get it up Had to flex like Triple X, Carlito spittin in the face Sipping Yac with a straight face But... But I done had hella Henny headaches Hella hoes hatin Headass you hot, huh? (naw, suck it...bitch) Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games The Henny headaches and the Remy burn, got the eye crust when I wake up Broke as hell tryin to get caked up, like a bumpy bitch doin makeup Ain't the government, fuck pay cuts we was all motherfuckin homeless bruh Sendin juice home in ramen cups Ain't no food in the fridge or nothin Take ten dollars, cop 2 squares and a forty ounce get fucked up Sleepin on the couch, sleepin on the floor Fuck a back pain, man it ain't nothin I can make mil's if I rap ill, make em laugh chill Want a black grill, want a back porch to kick back chill Got a back alley where they crack deal Most of these niggas lose hope, do all the drugs in the world just to cope I see em burning the rope, that mean I don't got no time to move slow God tell me 'get off my ass, better be rich how you skipped all them class Bumblin, fumbling get all the money and start showing ass like you tumblr‘ing But I done had hella Henny headaches Hella hoes hatin Headass you hot, huh? (naw, suck it...bitch) Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games We don't play no muthafuckin games Yo we not spittin up water, we spittin Remy Straight into the air when we come down to ?? Round 2... Pussy From Letras Mania