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letra de trill christmas - trillnagi

[intro: trillnagi, mariah carey]
make my wish come true
all i want for christmas
is you

[verse 1]
this christmas, got a big booty b-tch on my wishlist
gout a couple of m’s i ain’t kiddin’
got some [?], a bottle of henny
and i, don’t care for the he say she say
if a n-gga act up let the heat spray
and my mans run it back like a relay
hold on, wait, i’m gettin’ cake every day
it’s crazy i do what i do cause i don’t give a f-ck what a n-gga gon’ say
it’s crazy i move how i move {?}
f-ck these n-ggas keep actin’ cappin’, d-mn, my money keep pilin’ adding
wait, hold on, why these n-ggas be starin’ for so long
if he want a pic tell him we’ll make a fl!ck, choppa sing like mariah in this song
and she call me a d-ck but she still let me hit, pullin’ up to the crib in no thong
and lil mamma a treesh, put your clothes on
and i still keep that icе and that frozone
we [?] make it two-tonе(two, tone)
and i want to take a trip ’round the whole world, wait
i’m just playin’, like b-tch what the f-ck am i sayin’
real talk my bad i ain’t even mean to say sh-t
no time in the past and i’m chasin’ off in a demon, h-llcat racin’
[?] be punchin’ like mayweather, why you dressed my n-gga, just do better
i just might f-ck around get a new beretta
but i still got a glock inside the sweater
crazy, wavy, i’m of the 42 baby(wavy, baby)
b-tch a n-gga goin’ broke again, i got a 30 baby(baby)
and when i walk up in the room, everybody better move
tell them: “n-gga bust a move”, sip the muddy like it’s juice
i get to the cheddar, the money my language ain’t talking rosetta
when i got to make it my n-gga won’t let up
applyin’ the pressure my n-gga, get wet up
woah, can i do, can i do
cause baby all, a-a-all
uh, okay okay, okay okay
yeah, okay okay okay okay okay okay
okay okay, okay okay
okay o-, okay o-, okay o-
[outro]
merry motherf-ckin’ christmas, [?], gang gang gang gang n-gga
happy motherf-ckin’ christmas, have a good day, have a good f-ckin’ night
n-gga get your f-ckin’ bread up
like i’m not playin’ wit’ you n-gga, get your motherf-ckin’ bread up
cause christmas is coming, sh-t, sh-ts getting colder
get your f-ckin’ bread up
let’s f-ckin work n-gga
baaaabyyyy

- trillnagi

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