Street Ni66a Christmas
Huh, (Zaytoven)
East Atlanta Santa
It's Guwop
Ziggy
Wanna do this for all the street niggas
Yeah, Christmas came early
So Icy winter
They didn't hear a gunshot, they just saw him on the ground
Chopper with the silencer, that bitch don't make a sound
Some niggas tried to bully me, but I don't fuck around
I'm Gucci Mane, the gravedigger, I put 'em in the ground
I'm East Atlanta Santa, when the bales touch down
All these ho ho hoes, know the player's in town
Wrapping up a brick like, I'm wrapping up a present
Ain't thinking 'bout the past cause
I'm focused on the present
White girl in and, I call it Taylor Swift
Pеople say I'm blessed man, thеy say I got a gift
Takin' bricks to a chess
If you love me take a trip
Then I hold your breath, if you waitin' on me to slip
With 'em burns on em Sleigh, I can fly to hold bomb
'Cause my right hand man, he supply the whole slums
Caught a F in the cookie jar, cut off his right thumb (Pussy)
Speaking on a cartel, we'll cut off your damn tongue
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
The kids need new J's on they feet
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
Ain't no love, ain't no rules in the streets
It ain't all good, probably never been good
Gucci Mane hood and he'll always be hood
I remember ridin' 'round four deep on Glenwood
Bouldercrest Road, man, you know how that go
Nigga wipe your nose, ride around fresh shows
Gotta keep your head, on a swivel 'round here
Gotta keep your hand, on your pistol 'round here
Never think shit get sweet, round Christmas
Niggas round here gettin' geeked round Christmas
Robbers round here don't sleep round Christmas
Niggas round me damn near shoot missiles
I know a nigga lost his life 'round Christmas
Play around cut throat on the dice round Christmas
You gotta keep the fire, rock your ice round Christmas
These checkers 'round here kidnap your wife round Christmas
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
The kids need new J's on they feet
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
Ain't no love, ain't no rules in the streets
East Atlanta Santa
It's Guwop
Ziggy
Wanna do this for all the street niggas
Yeah, Christmas came early
So Icy winter
They didn't hear a gunshot, they just saw him on the ground
Chopper with the silencer, that bitch don't make a sound
Some niggas tried to bully me, but I don't fuck around
I'm Gucci Mane, the gravedigger, I put 'em in the ground
I'm East Atlanta Santa, when the bales touch down
All these ho ho hoes, know the player's in town
Wrapping up a brick like, I'm wrapping up a present
Ain't thinking 'bout the past cause
I'm focused on the present
White girl in and, I call it Taylor Swift
Pеople say I'm blessed man, thеy say I got a gift
Takin' bricks to a chess
If you love me take a trip
Then I hold your breath, if you waitin' on me to slip
With 'em burns on em Sleigh, I can fly to hold bomb
'Cause my right hand man, he supply the whole slums
Caught a F in the cookie jar, cut off his right thumb (Pussy)
Speaking on a cartel, we'll cut off your damn tongue
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
The kids need new J's on they feet
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
Ain't no love, ain't no rules in the streets
It ain't all good, probably never been good
Gucci Mane hood and he'll always be hood
I remember ridin' 'round four deep on Glenwood
Bouldercrest Road, man, you know how that go
Nigga wipe your nose, ride around fresh shows
Gotta keep your head, on a swivel 'round here
Gotta keep your hand, on your pistol 'round here
Never think shit get sweet, round Christmas
Niggas round here gettin' geeked round Christmas
Robbers round here don't sleep round Christmas
Niggas round me damn near shoot missiles
I know a nigga lost his life 'round Christmas
Play around cut throat on the dice round Christmas
You gotta keep the fire, rock your ice round Christmas
These checkers 'round here kidnap your wife round Christmas
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
The kids need new J's on they feet
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
For street niggas just like me
It's a street nigga Christmas, a street nigga Christmas
Ain't no love, ain't no rules in the streets
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Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier Dotson
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