12/24 (Bonus Track)
Should be here tho.real talk
Oh my
Me oh my
You done touched my line girl
In the sky I see the signs girl
Eve of Christmas night yeah.
You already know the vibes
Know the vibes
Know the vibes
I can't have you out here wasting time
You've been heavily on my mind
I done bought you a private flight back home
I've been off that 1800 in my zone
Tell customs you need ya dick back home
Girl that shit got you sittin sideways
I know that you thrown
I know that you thrown
Like Bun B & C
I've been grinding everyday of the week
Im stacking up I need a armored truck fleet
In the front yard neighbors know about me
Whipping Aston coupes like I'm J.B
Not these lame niggas how do you mean
Pay to play baby that is not me
Fuck do I look like paying a fee
These niggas be spinning they wheels like some Daytons
On the sidelines and these niggas be hating
I'm getting to the goals like Walter Peyton
The life that I'm living is oh so amazing
Take you on trips to Jamaica
Late-night have you sing like cicadas
Better yet tell Santa what you want
I'll make a few calls and make you his favorite
First stop
911 drop-top
Falling star speeding all through the skies
I can give a damn bout the other guys
Baby girl stop the bull shit take a ride
Oh my oh me oh me oh my
it's so cold and lonely Christmas night
I need ya body by my side
Visions of you riding me got me so hypnotized
Tonightt... Tooniggghhttttt
Oh me oh my
Oh me oh me oh my
I need you here tonight
Oh me oh me oh my
Oh my oh my oh my oh my
Oh my
Me oh my
You done touched my line girl
In the sky I see the signs girl
Eve of Christmas night yeah.
You already know the vibes
Know the vibes
Know the vibes
I can't have you out here wasting time
You've been heavily on my mind
I done bought you a private flight back home
I've been off that 1800 in my zone
Tell customs you need ya dick back home
Girl that shit got you sittin sideways
I know that you thrown
I know that you thrown
Like Bun B & C
I've been grinding everyday of the week
Im stacking up I need a armored truck fleet
In the front yard neighbors know about me
Whipping Aston coupes like I'm J.B
Not these lame niggas how do you mean
Pay to play baby that is not me
Fuck do I look like paying a fee
These niggas be spinning they wheels like some Daytons
On the sidelines and these niggas be hating
I'm getting to the goals like Walter Peyton
The life that I'm living is oh so amazing
Take you on trips to Jamaica
Late-night have you sing like cicadas
Better yet tell Santa what you want
I'll make a few calls and make you his favorite
First stop
911 drop-top
Falling star speeding all through the skies
I can give a damn bout the other guys
Baby girl stop the bull shit take a ride
Oh my oh me oh me oh my
it's so cold and lonely Christmas night
I need ya body by my side
Visions of you riding me got me so hypnotized
Tonightt... Tooniggghhttttt
Oh me oh my
Oh me oh me oh my
I need you here tonight
Oh me oh me oh my
Oh my oh my oh my oh my
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Wilson
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