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letra de fuck mariah carey (she’s a bitch) - twxwks

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[intro]
[?] js punch [?]

[verse 1: bubby & yee]
i bring my gun in the studio, just for fun (two weeks)
december is my favorite month (fourteen days)
grab me some mistletoe and make a blunt
smoke that sh-t, now i feel dumb

[verse 2: cevin]
so hot tonight, i see reindeers around
lightin’ trees that sh-t getting loud
we don’t cut ’em down we buy from the pound
no presents here i’m already rich
sliding in your chimney might f-ck in your b-tch
she thought i was [?]
polar express i be runnin’ a train
[?]

[verse 3: bubby]
christmas is the best holiday ever
i grab a gun and give it a suppressor
holiday cookies, holiday cheer
the verdict of the murder case unclear

[verse 3: bruno]
said every year еvery single woman wants the pеrfect guy
i gotta dodge santa claus every single night
cause he been tryna kidnap me for years outside my line of sight
gotta say at the start it gave me a bit of a fright
but over time i learned the combos just in case he tried to fight
know how to dodge every punch from the left and the right
but there’s a little little issue in my great big plight
i need to know when santa’s gonna come and bring me mine
when’s santa gonna bring me a bad b-tch?
and whole lotta money i’ll be mad rich
and i hope that she come with the gap t–th
cause i’m tired of my hand i’m a sad b-tch
when’s santa gonna bring me a bad b-tch?
and whole lotta money i’ll be mad rich
and i hope that she come with the gap t–th
cause i’m tired of my hand i’m a sad b-tch
[bridge: bubby]
i’m not santa but, i got the bag
i’m not santa but, i got the bag
i’m not santa but, i got the bag
i’m not santa but, i got the bag

[verse 4: sequoia]
twxwks in this f-cking (hoe!), i steal lyrics, i steal (flows!)
watch me crank dat soulja boy
then superman that (hoe!)
now watch me yuuuuuuu (crank dat soul-)
now watch me yuuuuuuu (crank dat soul-)
now watch me yuuuuuuu (crank dat soul-)
now watch me-

[verse 5: thurston]
i don’t need no presents up under that f-cking christmas tree
’cause imma slide up in yo b-tch like santa in the chim-a-ney
and imma stuff her like a stocking, with a f-cking magazine
and she gon’ make my d-ck rise up like jesus on day number three

[chrous: thurston & js punch]
but, i don’t want a lot for christmas
there is just one thing i need (and i!)
you punk ass motherf-ckers gotta hop right off my f-cking meat
[verse 6: js punch]
manipulatin’ yall for christmas like i’m runnin’ coke
but this the type of snow you go for snortin’ up your nose
i feel the breeze i’m gonna freeze yeah this my christmas blow
i keep it stashed away like presents that’s my christmas low

[verse 7: thurston]
twxwks came back with the christmas special like it’s snl
and once we drop the sequel we gon’ do more numbers than adele
but, until then we gon’ keep quiet like a f-ckin’ sleeper cell
and imma get mrs. clause to fondle on my jingle bells

[chorus: thurston & js punch]
but, i don’t want a lot for christmas
there is just one thing i need (and i!) don’t care about any [?]
i just wanna look at b00bs
i follow to many e-girls on these social apps i own
my dogs will make me happy, as they smother me to death

[verse 8: golden & luwi]
typing out my christmas list all i want are nintendo switches
all these presents given out will make you sh-t your f-cking britches
nose red like rudolf i snort till i bleed
call me a chimney that sh-t ain’t just steam
what i want for christmas? a sockful of weed
just like the grinch, b-tch, i’m covered in green
so many real big decisions
is santa even religious?
personally, seems prestigious
guess i’m in the christmas spirit
she wanted cane, too bad my d-ck is straight
stuffed her like turkey, imma call it third baste
stole that from peta, love beef, they afraid
santa gon give ’em that wagyu steak
[verse 9: kirb (verified)]
i don’t really want a lot for christmas
just want some weed and big booty b-tches
a bag full of cash, whole lot of riches
i need my boys up in higher positions
twxwks is rising, they ain’t staying niche
the star on the top of the tree, that’s the mission
don’t f-ck with me santa you know what i want
jewelry and clothes that i f-cking stunt
i float on the beat while i smoke christmas trees
snow meister sh-t, my wrist always on freeze
ain’t no fake ice, everything verified
hop in the whip then sleighed her in my ride
rein on that b-tch, i ain’t holding her deer
like bumble, a monster, i’m someone to fear
f-ck out my face, i’m the grinch, you the whos
the last thing that i want for christmas is you, b-tch

- twxwks

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