paroles de chanson 8 G's of Christmas (feat. B. Wells, Magician G, Dek4y, Slikadaice, DaVan, Diizii & DefNOTBio) - Jabez Z

I'm the second G of Christmas, you know how we doing this
Put it on your list, I'll deliver it
If you try to diss, you'll get hit
Ain't no presents for you, snitch
Watch your back, I'm coming with the blink
Watch your six, we bouta get lit
Like Tracksuit Mafia in the city
I'm finally make it trippy
Fort Fat Biscuit, Santa want a biscuit
Semaj know we gonna bring it
Ring ring the bell, open the bag and down he fell
You know who coming on Christmas Eve
All the G's and Jabez Z
Hop on the train, you know who I be
Polar Express got nothing on me

Peep this assortment
Twelve G's but no Air Jordan's
Cooking beats more than Gordon
Bringing bars like granola
Better than me? man hold up
All this shit I have thought up
And your shit just paranormal
Just because you swear an awful
Lot don't make a rap god, Garrett Otto
But a flow just might like Verrazano
Don't get hit like snare drummers
You'll be hanged like spare ornaments
Oh your life bitch I couldn't care for it
You feening to be goateed but see sheep
Follow others like me deeply
Like a submarine is sinking
Could not for see your light even
With a pair of that three D
Why you so rude
I'll fuck you up like vixens
When I'm spiting the magician smarts Blitzen like German Messerschmitt's
Ima wordsmith like wills last name bitch I'm perfect
Get pursued like dasher if your comments burden me
See me in person start prancing around your words and
Dawned on you that you got to show love like cupid and worship

I'm the Dark Knight gonna put the light off
This a dog fight we don't bite we like bark
Woody wide the bars you get the lightning shock
It's frightening are we gonna put the light back on
It feels like I been in the bat cave
It's sad ay living in a rock like a crab rave
Without say anything I eat I get fat shamed
In that way gonna put my face on a bad frame a sad face
Merry Christmas
This is lit mas
Working on these tracks like it's fitness
Boxing up the beat cuz we hit this
Fire bars equipped this
Making heat with the Twelve G's of Christmas
As I said I'm back in business
Making this track a magical rap of sickness
On this track we goats which rapper isn't
And have you listened, the cap is missing
Did I have hope when I wrote on my note pad
My fault can't cope cause I don't have that
Write bold old folk writing a diss track
So cold brain froze think of an old track
Every time I rap I feel I'm Biggie and Pac
And when you hear this it's like having them both back
And when I rap on this track it's like a rollercoaster heat it up not a toaster
Turn black I burnt that

I don't want clippings ima smoke the whole tree
Nah bitch you don't fuck with the Twelve G's
And I don't fuck with Twelve in general I been free
All I want for Christmas is a Bentley
Mix it with some bitches and plenty weed
Light the whole block up like they LED lights
Diamonds look like Garland how they shine so bright
Me and ya bitch under the mistletoe we fuck on sight
She my type super soaker wet super tight
Everybody I'm my presence getting to that bag
Merry Christmas happy holidays I hope y'all have
I got a present for the haters yea hold my sack
Tell the bitches I'm like Santa sit up on my lap
Mix gelato with the cookies I be on my ass
Eggnog with the rum put it on my tab
Slikadaice in the room make it cold when you trap

Ayo DeVaan is back
Don't mess with Jabez Z and I 'cause we like the men in black
I just made a couple racks off this music shit damn my life be going to fast
It's Christmas time so get the presents there is no time to lack
We about to snap like
Like back in the day
We gonna spin in the wrath
Count the money up put it in the safe
We got nothing to lose and nothing to take away
Run up on me we will spray with no delay
Don't mess with the clan cuz we do not play
Make one wrong move and you will pray
That you listened today

These bands cost more than your salary, I'm upping my game, unlike you, actually
I'm putting the work like a factory, all these broads give me head like they Zackary
These bullets go into his mental, must've forgotten I wasn't gentle
He eating these bullets, on God, these caps will be all in his dentals
You flexing that Lambo? But homie that shit is a rental, when I pull up on you
I'll have you running like Jenner, not talkin' no Kylie or Kendall
They used to doubt me before, how they never see my potential?
It's always my flow they be biting, not talkin' no presidential
I been spazzing on these instrumentals, she all on this stick, ain't no metal
She throwing it back, she got them curves, no exponential
I carry that lead, ain't no pencil, fuck a rat, I keep it confidential
For the minimum, I'll never settle, top five, listing me is essential

I was breaking in houses I moved like a sleigh tryna get in my bag like I'm Saint Nick
I am more real than reality I am nothin like the matrix
I'm fly as a bitch and I'm up in my bag like a plane trip
If you wanna face off you know how I rock the Tech Nine on my hip for that strange shit
I'm on top like a star you not part of the team then you couldn't hang even if you was an Ornament
You not in our bracket bitch we got more game than a tournament
I'm not even tryin' while your favorite rapper be forcing it
The son is so hot yea I'm scorching bitch
I'm the loaded gun, so ill step and off them like a porch with it
My minds like a Walmart come see what I'm storing bitch
I am nothin' like these rappers man I am not working for Santa
Trae Young how I'm cold bitch I'm balling like I'm in Atlanta
I'm fly like a rain deer a leader like Rudolph
I am not setting a bar bitch I'm tearing the roof off
Billy the Goat, TLG and the Heavenly Father bitch I get it bussing no shoot off

Shoutout Grandma for our work on the lights
They weren't perfect
But like most gifts on Christmas, it's truly the love that's worth it
Eight G's is enough to worship
No disrespect to the four others but I know we chose the best wordsmiths
And y'all heard it here first folks
Fuckers wishing for more than gifts on Christmas
Are getting worse than coal
Ho
Ho
Holy shit
I can't rap about what I received
'Cause the more I spit
The more they hate
And this time of year, I'm tryna stay festive
Spread cheer
Drink beer
Eat, sleep, dream
And stay clear
'Cause garbage cans get quite full this time of year
Y'all sayin' I live in the slums
But y'all ain't understand where the fuck I come from
Magician G, don't spit like me
But he knows I'm from up above
I'll go door to door and rap Christmas carols
Add some curse words, for those on the naughty list
'Cause St. Nick is my homie
He is
Don't believe me, just ask Blitzen
Def might announce he's The Loaded Gun
But I've officially become the Opened Zack
Giving presents to an underage kid
And getting known as a pedo from the degenerates
But the joy I spread come bar for bar
Word for word
Star to star
Constellations
Plans to renovate
All creations
That Jabez Z creates
Always Strong