letra de how the camogod scammed christmas! - isthatfr0st
[intro: isthatfr0st & camogod]
-it was the night before christmas and all through the town
no one was on some funny sh-t, not even the clown
while they were sleeping there was a waiting surprise
stolen ssns while they were closings their eyes
credit cards, bins, bitcoins and giffies. camogod swipe and left in a jiffy
when the town woke up, they made preparations
so next time there won’t be any scam celebrations
-mister narrator is camogod gon to scam-
-but god’s no, wе made preparations such as two-factor authentications and sеcure passwords
-thank you, mister narrator
-now christmas was saved and the kids were all happy…
-shut the f-ck up, n-gga! what the f-ck is you yapping about? it’s twenty twenty one, we’re scamming all christmas, nah, f-ck it, this is scamsmas! i am the grinch, now i’m getting wrapped up like doctor miami of these dippies! brushed in, load it up, [?]
[verse 1: rapknight]
let’s get this sh-t, n-gga
here’s the plan, boys, we gon’ be takin’ all their sh-t tonight
hit a hundred houses, man, we gon’ be eating rich tonight
all them college savings, man, that sh-t be getting clipped tonight
if santa say sh-t, we gon’ also take his b-tch tonight
f-ck them 2fa, all them n-ggas do is talk heavy
he keep vpn? well, you know i keep my glock ready
all my sh-t for free, ninety nine, i never cop any
just swipe and put the ting ‘tween his eyes, call that chopslaining
i’mma take your sh-t, then come back just to keep rapping at you
four and nineteen, this yahoo money mad, he ain’t no laughing matter
said that they were ready for us? man, they all some capping b-st-rds
finna leave ’em holy, drop their carcass on the tabernacle
i can be a feral ass n-gga, i might be zoan
might got fluorescents on my wrist, that sh-t keep glowing
fakes be gunning for my pe$os, yeah, i see trojans
hear that, b-tch? i gotta keep mowing
[verse 2: ham sandwich]
ay, i been on the list, check it twice ’cause i’m too nice
sliding down the roof with a nine under the moonlight
flying round the world in one night, don’t need two flights
stacking up the loot to new heights, looking and you might
find me with a handful of stockings, fresh out the panty raid
going through your grandmama sock drawer, i been up in the game
i’mma soph0m-re, if it ain’t about the cash, why you think you should talk more?
i’m juggin’ at a target, but the money is offshore
what you actin’ so soft for?
see, if scamming was a tourney, guarantee i’m in top four
and they don’t wanna see me in top form
if ty wild wait another year to make a song, i’mma go to nova scotia, take his drive, and drop for him
y’all let this n-gga rhyme high horse with lawnmower?
but christmas coming early for the n-ggas i shop for
these n-ggas really sayin’ that we blood ’till a clot form
eyes open, i’m not snorin’
[verse 3: 954mari]
demon with a knife kink, brodie came with a cutter
party k!ll the whole map, squad came with columbus
like a travelling chef, he took the stain out the duffle
long range in his face, shoot like dame at the bubble
nine five four, yeah, this sh-t not a nickname
i’m in the whip with a bl!ck and a switchblade
pull up on you, and i’m hoppin’ out with a big k
wetting up his section, i’m equipped with a fish tank
dog food, kibbles, and bits in a b-tch face
i put my fist in his face ’till i wrist ache
jit was getting jumped over a b-tch by the sixth grade
city really wilder than the street outside a knicks game
trippin’ off the jiggas, shawty throwing the molly up
we the real mob like made in italia
i’m in lauderhill with a chick named talia
say she wanna christmas carol ’cause she sing when i’m nogging up
[interlude 1: camogod]
-so, camogod, why are you scamming christmas?
-ay, better question: why aren’t you? get some glitches, you can tell santa f-ck off, and trust me, you can get more loaded than mashed potatoes at a black certain thanksgiving, lil’ n-gga
-so, camogod, how do we scam?
-who the f-ck are you? dj vlad?
[interlude 2: ty wild]
man oh man oh man, we’ll take your sh-t, b-tch, i tell you
[verse 4: ty wild]
word to the lord, birthday, b-tch, i’m heaven sent
jackin’ ssn’s since sn-tchin’ baddies on msn
shoot like comets, turn ’em to dancers, dash with their vixens, and
red dot him like a death beam b-tton, he gettin’ pressed again
just switched lil’ timmy’s thirty seventy for a seven ten
without using the chimney, but want smoke, and it get graphic
my pack been hunting for bunnies, my dawgs get rabid
you say you in your bag, but i peeped, and you just pretend rappin’
catch ham sandwich talkin’ sh-t, tryna make a meme
he finna catch the toaster and get turned to a bacon panini
told your girl it’s cold outside, now she stayin’ with me, be-
-side the fireplace, i kinda think that she may be a genie
with the way i’m rubbin’ her up, and she grant my wish, dawg
all that sh-t talk, and your b-tch gone, and you p-ssed off
this got me feeling like i’m the grinch – all green on me, dawg, but i still rob ya
sick cold world, dawg, now they in coffin, b-tch!
[verse 5: young$ter]
step up in the booth, i’m really gifted like it’s christmas day
i was steady putting up my tree, while y’all were giving thanks
my b-tch being pulled by reindeer – how she f-cking slay
wow, i really said that, ain’t no f-cking way
ha, i’m trap santa, b-tch
really just like santa, ain’t a chimney, but i squeeze through bricks
really think i’m santa, ask for presents, b-tch, you f-cking wish
feel like michael myers at a window – how i’m punching in
wait, halloween was a brick ago
your b-tch kissing me, and we ain’t even under mistletoe
old head, these kids do not like you, you be gifting clothes
i’m singing carols, n-gga, you can’t even whistle those
that’s how your b-tch blow me
talkin’ mad, put green up on his head, so i’mma call him broly
he talk, but he without his pops, like he within a shonen
run up in your crib like i’m the grinch, you get your christmas stolen
[verse 6: camogod]
three hoes on me, i’mma jingle like i’m chris kringle
f-ck a different b-tch every night, but i’m still single
christmas time, snow up in my body – way my nose tingle
get your chips up, lil’ n-gga, like, you know, pringles?
b-tches want me now, but last year, they was passing on me
n-ggas want a feature from me now, they was laughing on me
n-ggas straight lying on my name, why is you capping on me?
i just put a comet on my wrist, it look dashing on me
feeling like i’m santa, hit and run – the way i slay b-tches
y’all n-ggas little kids at christmas time, i won’t play with ya
december twenty fifth with a b-tch, i guess i’ll stay with her
missus klaus sucking on my nuts, make a great picture
pouring up that christmas in my cup, i got that red green
sprite cranberry, hi-tech, got that red lean
your b-tch ain’t met a real n-gga ’till she met me
rudolph on the glock – i slay n-ggas with a red beam
[outro: isthatfr0st & camogod]
-and so christmas was ruined by camogod and friends, scamming to make money is just a means to an end, the kids are corrupted and committing a crime
-shut the f-ck up, you talk all the time!
-thank you, scammogod!
-thank you, scammogod!
-thank you, scammogod!
-thank you, scammogod!
-oh ho ho, merry scamsmas, b-tch!
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