paroles de chanson Rare Xmas Freestyle - nick6383

I'm shooting at the hearse, fuck a funeral
I'm gon' leave you dead on the side of the road
Diamonds dancing on me, bitch, head to toe
You're acting like a bitch just so you know
I told her I love her but I fucking don't
That bitch look funny like a fucking joke
Every day is Christmas, put me on your wishlist
I'm posted at McDonald's looking for Grimmace
That bitch look delicious so I'm finna hit it
Bad bitch on my dick and, yeah, you know she lick it
I am haunted just like a spirit
I want chocolate, where's my golden ticket?
Like Willy Wonka
I'ma slit your neck just like Bianca
You know I chase a check, not worried 'bout ya
Bullets to my head just like Nirvana
Like where the fuck you at?
If I send a text, will you call me back?
I'm smoking on these deads all up in my pack
We shooting at the feds, they not coming back
Like fuck, marry, kill, like what's it gonna be
I'm like an ornament, I'm even hanging from the tree
Let's make a horror flick, yeah, let's make a movie
I pass that bitch to Brayden because she's a groupie