| Wop
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| East Atlanta Santa
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| Jumpin' out the Phantom
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| Huh, go
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| Jingle bales, bales on the scale (Bale)
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| Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| Tryna duck the feds (Fuck 'em), just bust a nigga head (Bah)
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| 'Cause this nigga tried to play with my bread (Huh? Pussy)
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| Jingle bales (Jingle), motherfuck 12 (Fuck 'em)
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| I’ma drop a bag on your head (Wack 'em, kill 'em)
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| The neighbors won’t tell (Nah), and we left no shells (Bah)
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| It’s a dead man 'sleep in your bad (Ooh, go)
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| Jingle, jingle (Jingle), I’m Kris Kringle (Santa)
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| Tryna stack my chips up (Yeah), tall like Pringles
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| The work came darker, the price got cheaper (Cheap)
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| Coke like Christmas and pints like Easter (Pink)
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| Wrestlin' with the work, get in the kitchen like Batista (Rrah)
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| Shake the pot, shake the pot, shake it like a seizure (Skrrt)
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| Charge your boy the super high, sell it 'fore it’s even dry
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| Gucci the executive (Gucci), but I don’t wear a suit and tie
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| Dressed super fly, I’m too rich for even Uber rides (No Uber)
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| Can’t even go outside (No), everywhere I’m recognized (Ooh)
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| Gucci Mane a model now, they need me to advertise (Yeah)
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| Pull up in an Avatar, hybrid with some stupid ice
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| She stalkin' me, she jockin' me, she watch me like a private eye
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| Mob guy, wise guy, your boyfriend a small fry (Small)
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| Drop top, wintertime, 'cause I can’t be the fall guy (Brr)
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| Ballin' till you fall out (Ball), I just tried to buy the mall out (Oh, damn)
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| Jingle bales (Jingle), bales on the scale (Bale)
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| Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Tryna duck the feds, just bust a nigga head (Bah)
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| 'Cause this nigga tried to play with my bread (Wack 'em, hoo)
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| Jingle bales (Jingle), motherfuck 12 (Fuck 'em)
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| I’ma drop a bag on your head (Damn, damn)
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| The neighbors won’t tell (Nah), and we left no shells (Bah)
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| It’s a dead man 'sleep in your bad (Ooh) |