Smoke a lil Xmas Tree
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⏱️ 2:07 duration
🆔 ID: 14412401
📜 Lyrics
I’d give anything to see
Our little Christmas tree
And to– (Cooking Soul)
From the top of the key, from three villain
Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner, spinning, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, club a laugh, give him a head up
He got jumped, and pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, paid dues forever
Slave views, to when it comes to who's more "clever-er"
Used to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
Hand charge the people loose leaf worse for dollar
Ya heard “Holla!”, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure the streets all seem rude
For fam' like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix up
Battle for your Atari cartridges
Doom, drum, that bong
There goes that news van again, act like you knew like Toucan Sam on ‘em
Eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain’t worth the weight of their cheap necklace
String ‘em up, ring ‘em up, under whack, junk snack
And get that out your hand, pump, jump and get your dump smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro
You sow, you blow, the super youth fools
To kiss my baby, under the mistletoe
But I keep– I keep– I keep
And to
He's the lowest, the meanest, the nastiest grinch this side of whoville
And he's out to ruin Christmas
Our little Christmas tree
And to– (Cooking Soul)
From the top of the key, from three villain
Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner, spinning, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, club a laugh, give him a head up
He got jumped, and pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, paid dues forever
Slave views, to when it comes to who's more "clever-er"
Used to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
Hand charge the people loose leaf worse for dollar
Ya heard “Holla!”, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure the streets all seem rude
For fam' like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix up
Battle for your Atari cartridges
Doom, drum, that bong
There goes that news van again, act like you knew like Toucan Sam on ‘em
Eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain’t worth the weight of their cheap necklace
String ‘em up, ring ‘em up, under whack, junk snack
And get that out your hand, pump, jump and get your dump smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro
You sow, you blow, the super youth fools
To kiss my baby, under the mistletoe
But I keep– I keep– I keep
And to
He's the lowest, the meanest, the nastiest grinch this side of whoville
And he's out to ruin Christmas
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.14] I’d give anything to see
[00:10.45] Our little Christmas tree
[00:16.73] And to– (Cooking Soul)
[00:17.94] From the top of the key, from three villain
[00:20.25] Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
[00:22.97] Turn the corner, spinning, bust that ass and get up
[00:25.81] Dust off the mask, club a laugh, give him a head up
[00:28.94] He got jumped, and pumped his adrenaline
[00:31.73] He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
[00:34.49] To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
[00:37.37] Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
[00:40.54] And still owe bills, paid dues forever
[00:43.13] Slave views, to when it comes to who's more "clever-er"
[00:46.05] Used to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
[00:48.97] Hand charge the people loose leaf worse for dollar
[00:51.77] Ya heard “Holla!”, broad or dude, we need food
[00:54.54] Eat your teams for sure the streets all seem rude
[00:57.34] For fam' like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix up
[01:00.93] Battle for your Atari cartridges
[01:02.58] Doom, drum, that bong
[01:05.45] There goes that news van again, act like you knew like Toucan Sam on ‘em
[01:08.78] Eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
[01:11.93] Their rhymes ain’t worth the weight of their cheap necklace
[01:14.57] String ‘em up, ring ‘em up, under whack, junk snack
[01:17.05] And get that out your hand, pump, jump and get your dump smacked
[01:20.78] Foul, we all know the rules bro
[01:23.10] You sow, you blow, the super youth fools
[01:27.29] To kiss my baby, under the mistletoe
[01:36.73] But I keep– I keep– I keep
[01:47.37] And to
[01:49.85]
[02:00.37] He's the lowest, the meanest, the nastiest grinch this side of whoville
[02:05.00] And he's out to ruin Christmas
[02:07.26]
[00:10.45] Our little Christmas tree
[00:16.73] And to– (Cooking Soul)
[00:17.94] From the top of the key, from three villain
[00:20.25] Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
[00:22.97] Turn the corner, spinning, bust that ass and get up
[00:25.81] Dust off the mask, club a laugh, give him a head up
[00:28.94] He got jumped, and pumped his adrenaline
[00:31.73] He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
[00:34.49] To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
[00:37.37] Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
[00:40.54] And still owe bills, paid dues forever
[00:43.13] Slave views, to when it comes to who's more "clever-er"
[00:46.05] Used to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
[00:48.97] Hand charge the people loose leaf worse for dollar
[00:51.77] Ya heard “Holla!”, broad or dude, we need food
[00:54.54] Eat your teams for sure the streets all seem rude
[00:57.34] For fam' like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix up
[01:00.93] Battle for your Atari cartridges
[01:02.58] Doom, drum, that bong
[01:05.45] There goes that news van again, act like you knew like Toucan Sam on ‘em
[01:08.78] Eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
[01:11.93] Their rhymes ain’t worth the weight of their cheap necklace
[01:14.57] String ‘em up, ring ‘em up, under whack, junk snack
[01:17.05] And get that out your hand, pump, jump and get your dump smacked
[01:20.78] Foul, we all know the rules bro
[01:23.10] You sow, you blow, the super youth fools
[01:27.29] To kiss my baby, under the mistletoe
[01:36.73] But I keep– I keep– I keep
[01:47.37] And to
[01:49.85]
[02:00.37] He's the lowest, the meanest, the nastiest grinch this side of whoville
[02:05.00] And he's out to ruin Christmas
[02:07.26]