Lyrics Xmas in the stiX - Nobigdyl.

Xmas in the stiX

My bad this is humor, country grammar
Brother pulled up in a Charger but he drive it like a phantom
Grateful for my bag and inside I got the canon, but not that type of cannon
(Eee)
Christmas in the stix with all my folks
Gather 'round the fire 'cause it’s cold (Cold, cold, cold)
Grandma making magic on the stove (Whip it)
Celebrate the Lamb that He the G.O.A.T (Yeah, Dyllie)
Christmas in the stix with all my folks (Look)
Christmas Eve and I’m tryna get the tree lit (Lit)
Tryna sleep but the devil tryna sneak diss (Diss)
Told my baby that I need that and I need this
She said, «Don't forget the reason for the season»
Yeah, me and my brother watchin' Rudolph
75 in Phoenix, I might have to take the roof off
Fire up the grill we never knew about a yule log
Hundred black Santas on the house they look like
Grandma got the apple pie, bussin' out the bando
Daddy prolly got the inter fellow somethin' on the channel
I ain’t worried 'bout my troubles now, I’m chillin' with the famo
Got an AK full of love and I been loadin' up the ammo (Ayy, ayy)
Look, Christmas Eve and we lit like the tree (Lit like the tree)
Givin' gifts 'cause I know that God did that for me
Family photo 'round the fire and we fit to the tee
Baby thought that we were done, I got some tricks up my sleeve
Slide up in the room like I was Santa (What?)
My bad this is humor, country grammar
Brother pulled up in a Charger but he drive it like a phantom
Grateful for my bag and inside I got the canon, but not that type of cannon
(Eee)
Christmas in the stix with all my folks
Gather 'round the fire 'cause it’s cold (Cold, cold, cold)
Grandma making magic on the stove (Whip it)
Celebrate the Lamb that he the G.O.A.T
Christmas in the stix with all my folks