Scary Christmas Rio Da Yung OG, West B & Skeechy Meechy
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[Intro: West B]
It's a scary Christmas
This for all my niggas who be actin' like they Grinches
My nigga, Rio, what up? West B
[Verse 1: West B]
42 bustdown, no arms tickin'
Boy, your shit ain't real, we'll card niggas
Buck-fifty to his neck, get him on the yard, nigga
Dirty niggas always tryna act hard
AMG parked in my garage
Spent a hundred on this bitch, it better give a massage
And your bitch always tryna come and give him a ride
Hoppin' out like Gucci, two chops on the side
Boy, my life ain't perfect (Hell nah)
I done took a lot of risks with that shit, but it's worth it (For real)
Been to jail, I ain't perfect
Hit my knees in that cell, pray to God like I'm workin'
On the phone tryna hit me with another charge
Reach for my chain, nigga, we gon' stomp the yard
Niggas hoеs, all you gotta do is pull they cards
Pullin' up big Rolls-Royce, I'm into livin' large
Diffеrent hoes on the floor, catch it in your face
Only snow in the pot, I'm catchin' every flake
Nigga, hustle in the hood, I do that every day
Wake up in the morning, phone slappin', I want every play
It's a scary Christmas
This for all my niggas who be actin' like they Grinches
My nigga, Rio, what up? West B
[Verse 1: West B]
42 bustdown, no arms tickin'
Boy, your shit ain't real, we'll card niggas
Buck-fifty to his neck, get him on the yard, nigga
Dirty niggas always tryna act hard
AMG parked in my garage
Spent a hundred on this bitch, it better give a massage
And your bitch always tryna come and give him a ride
Hoppin' out like Gucci, two chops on the side
Boy, my life ain't perfect (Hell nah)
I done took a lot of risks with that shit, but it's worth it (For real)
Been to jail, I ain't perfect
Hit my knees in that cell, pray to God like I'm workin'
On the phone tryna hit me with another charge
Reach for my chain, nigga, we gon' stomp the yard
Niggas hoеs, all you gotta do is pull they cards
Pullin' up big Rolls-Royce, I'm into livin' large
Diffеrent hoes on the floor, catch it in your face
Only snow in the pot, I'm catchin' every flake
Nigga, hustle in the hood, I do that every day
Wake up in the morning, phone slappin', I want every play
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