Jaye Dolla Stole Christmas
Creeping down your chimney
On Christmas Eve
I don't fuck with none of them niggas
Nah you can't hang with me
Big ass Ruger tucked securely
In my skinny jeans
Hit that bitch from the back
And snatched out her weave
I'm the realest nigga walking
Y'all just make believe
You went and bought the bitch a car
I bought her Maybelline
Big stepping in some Nike
I don't wear McQueen
While y'all niggas smoking swisher
I'm rolling grabba leaves
I Stretched her out like she do yoga
Poured a deuce off in a soda
This a Fanta not a cola
Draco make a nigga fold up
Wake him up like he on Folgers
I'm Darth Vader and you Yoda
Hustling that's my occupation
Came from nothing
Why you hating
Big ass Ruger on my hip
It'll make you turn a flip
Exchange that cash then I dip
Robbing shit will get you killed
Niggas snitching with no T.I.P
Guess they sticking to the script
Chasing money check my drip
I'm smoking clovers
No Lil Flip
Creeping down your chimney
On Christmas Eve
I don't fuck with none of them niggas
Nah you you can't hang with me
Big ass Ruger tucked securely
In my skinny jeans
Hit that bitch from the back
And snatched out her weave
I'm the realest nigga walking
Y'all just make believe
You went and bought the bitch a car
I bought her Maybelline
Big stepping in some Nike
I don't wear McQueen
While y'all niggas smoking swisher
I'm rolling grabba leaves
On Christmas Eve
I don't fuck with none of them niggas
Nah you can't hang with me
Big ass Ruger tucked securely
In my skinny jeans
Hit that bitch from the back
And snatched out her weave
I'm the realest nigga walking
Y'all just make believe
You went and bought the bitch a car
I bought her Maybelline
Big stepping in some Nike
I don't wear McQueen
While y'all niggas smoking swisher
I'm rolling grabba leaves
I Stretched her out like she do yoga
Poured a deuce off in a soda
This a Fanta not a cola
Draco make a nigga fold up
Wake him up like he on Folgers
I'm Darth Vader and you Yoda
Hustling that's my occupation
Came from nothing
Why you hating
Big ass Ruger on my hip
It'll make you turn a flip
Exchange that cash then I dip
Robbing shit will get you killed
Niggas snitching with no T.I.P
Guess they sticking to the script
Chasing money check my drip
I'm smoking clovers
No Lil Flip
Creeping down your chimney
On Christmas Eve
I don't fuck with none of them niggas
Nah you you can't hang with me
Big ass Ruger tucked securely
In my skinny jeans
Hit that bitch from the back
And snatched out her weave
I'm the realest nigga walking
Y'all just make believe
You went and bought the bitch a car
I bought her Maybelline
Big stepping in some Nike
I don't wear McQueen
While y'all niggas smoking swisher
I'm rolling grabba leaves
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Writer(s): Jeremy Smith
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