X-mas Banger versuri

Versuri Michael Burkiss – X-mas Banger lyrics

Damn
Fuck
God damn
Shit sound good, the fuck?
What?
Miau in pizda ma-tii
Miau in pizda ma-tii
Miau
I’m a nigga with a Christmas banger
This is my ninja, you are my ninjas
I just put the gift, huh, right under the tree
I just pour the milk, cup, right in the codeine
Sippin’ milk, sippin’ lean, I know Santa is a fein
We put X in the cookie dough every elf is geeked
I just put the sweater right in the box
I don’t wish for much, but you
11 inch Timbs and 9 inch glocks
just to match my socks
just don’t call the cops
I just put a gift huh right under the tree
I just really really really put it
I just wrap the box up like its Vinted
I just wrap the box up, yeah, sent it
We gon’ get the money yeah yeah you think its funny
We gon’ get the money yeah yeah you think its funny
They ain’t believe in us but, God did
That boy Santa sippin’ Milk but its mine bitch
Yeah you can’t have it
Yeah its mine bitch
Milked it myself hoe
Yeah I knocked him out
Kept his bag too
He won’t get it back
Boy I get the bag
Off the bean in my cookie
Imma snatch his hag
Then I eat her coochie
But I won’t get attached
Dominican heat, put the ice on froze
Trippy trap vibes, let the gospel compose
From the streets to the stars,
We chasing the scene
It’s the purple grape dream with a
Holy routine
2025, twenty-twenty-five
We’re almost there
With Purputz
Denis the Menace
Wisnia the goat
Hold on, hold on
Wisnia?
Im like a Santa Claus and all she want is money
Only if she gives me head, she will get the money
Cookin up with my friends, they callin’ me Young Money
Bitch im too cold for ur games, you hoe and not my honey
I’m going for different aims, she wanna make me nutty
She wanna make me slutty
I’m like an Ansu Fati (Fati)
Pullin up in bugatti (what?)
She wanted snow, she got my cum
Bitches ain’t killing my flow
Nah, they won’t, nah, they won’t
Bitch wanted to fuck I said no
As I said you ain’t killing my flow
Bitch you wanted me to fuck you in your ass
And I want you to talk less
Man, it can’t go wrong
Wisnia the goat, it’s clear
Turning up the heat,
Put the gas in the song
Mr. Santa, pull up quick in the sleigh
Got no snow, but we still make it sway
Purple Fanta popping, no lean in the cup
We clean with the drip,
Yeah, we rising up
Heiz den Beat auf, bring mir Flammen
Enlight die Christmas Trap-Banger
Bleibt für immer ein Hit, yeah
Bleibt für immer ein Hit, yeah
Mit der Gang am Tisch, wie in alten Tagen
Brech das Brot und die Freunde lässt uns
Alles sagen, kein Raum, keine Zeit
Nur ewiges Lob
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Hoffe, das trifft den richtigen Vibe
Hoffe, du hast bereit eine Sprite
Hoffe, wir sind für das bereit
Ja, ich hoffe, ja, ich hoffe
Ja, ich hoffe, ja, ich hoffe
Ja, ich hoffe so viel
Ja, die Hoffnung ist groß
So groß wie das Meer
So groß wie der See
So groß wie der Schwarze See
Du nennst mich schwarz
Das ist okay, ich bin ein Brauner
Hab so viel Schnee
In meiner Tasche
Und das sind nur Nasen
Die Nasen von gestern hab ich schon verblassen
Yeah you can’t have it
Boy it’s my cookie
You can’t have it
Boy it’s my cookie
You can’t have it
Boy its my cookie
Yeah it’s my cookie
Yeah it’s my
Yeah it’s my cookie
Mine
Boys, there’s no way we did this boys
there’s, there’s no fucking way bro
This shit sound so good
Oh my fucking
Oh
Merry Christmas bitch bitch
Merry Christmas bitch
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Scris de: Mihai Burcus / Kenyi Corona / Hubert Wiśniewski