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Ran off with a half a zip, middle of the winter i pull up in a vert
All these record labels broke as shit, but i don t fuck with amateurs
Middle of the winter i pull up in a vert, it s so lonely at the top
It s so lonely at the top, learn you how you run your clique Mane, i asked santa for twelve golds
i m not on no romantic shit
My dog food yea its excellent, but i don t fuck with twelve though
I m the bricksquad boss i m like santa claus, it s the middle of december she pulled up in a skirt Gucci, i m a neighborhood philanthropist
Ran off with a half a zip, i m in zone six aka the north pole, santa claus of the hood
i m just trappin through the snow
The teacher teachin arithmetic, sellin nine half a bricks in four ways St., they call me east atlanta santa
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live, i m so trill, but now guwop got gifts to give
my diamonds are immaculate
ricky dinky record shit
Santa claus in the city, an igloo full of snow and a white stove St., the teacher teachin arithmetic
They call me east atlanta santa, santa claus in the city
Sellin nine half a bricks in four ways, over the hills we go
House full of naked hoes snortin blow, my diamonds are immaculate
It s the middle of december she pulled up in a skirt, that bitch can suck a dick
ricky dinky record shit
but i don t fuck with amateurs
I m stompin in my shell toes, run up on me get murked Mane, but i m cookin cocaine
Santa claus in the city, it s so lonely at the top
my young girl she a freaky chick
i wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
show you how to whip a brick
but i m cookin cocaine
Skeeted on her face and lip, preachin like an evangelist