Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know, I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love wit the dick, now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy? You just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
God damn, god damn, was scrollin' through the 'gram, saw you with a new man
That was quick, in the pic I can see y'all holdin' hands
Does he know yo hand was strokin' on my dick last night under my pants?
All yo friends screamin' "Oh my god Massa, I'm your number 1 fan"
I know that make you pissed
You ain't got me on locks, lowkey like Loc right after the Bizz
I see you see that I been up, now you want make up and kiss
You indirectly dissin' me, it's hard to keep it cool with all this heat that I'm releasing
But I'm cool enough, don't give a f*ck about yo shade
You just try to betray then come kissin'
Why you sayin' shots fired when yo ugly ass missin'
You a hoe, hoe, hoe like it's Christmas
I know it is but on god you been movin' reckless
Lil hoe, look at that, uh oh, it's a fact, what is?
Hoe you on Santa's naughty list, bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherf*ckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this motherf*ckin' town boy
Pound boy, you can't even say your own nouns boy
Got a 40 ounce of dro so we gon' run it up
Hope the cops ain't smellin' smoke cause he know somethings up
Man I'm not just smokin' Buddah how I sum it up
I'm just chillin' with my bitch we gettin' f*cked up
Meditating always stating that I'm elevating when I'm smokin' dope
And I don't even need a single drug to help me cope
Third eye open and I'm ready to flow
Boy you slippin' on your words like the shit be some soap
You is a hoe hoe hoe, I'm just preaching, reachin' each and every one of y'all souls
Cause it's Christmas time, ain't no need to be cold
Wrap them gifts up nice and get em ready to go
Frosty the snowman
Pulled out a choppa blast a cap in his ass
The feds raided Frosty's trap and now his hands on his mag
And he don't take no f*ckin' L's bitch put the crack yo ass
Had to hop up in a foreign and now he's off to the dash
Right beside him got a baddie with a thong full of cash
Now he's feelin' kinda horny slap his ice on her ass
Then smoke a blunt right by the fire while they listen to Jazz
Molly water got him movin' like the whip goin' fast
Woah, had to cop me up a cigarillo
Cut my passion down and chop it up on instrumentals
Why they keep on coming for my mental, what chu want a medal?
Got me fuming like steam from boiling tea inside a kettle
But it'll pass over when a baddie bring that ass over
Help me relieve all the weight that's on my shoulders
Shit is heavy like a boulder, you wanna cuddle cause it's cold but I'm colder
Imma f*ck you then I'm drivin' away till I'm out of range in my range rover
When I got home, she called my phone sayin' "Ion like the way that you treat me, it's over"
So I told her "Last bitch that I was with was in my bed and I would hold her, next day say she was switchin' up on me and f*cked on another nigga"
Bipolar is what these bitches is so I give em the cold shoulder
Shorty played me like she playin' a song on the tromboner
Swing a stick, in the air and control em like composer
"Wait, Composer? Ain't it called a conductor?
A composer's the one that WRITES the music"
"Nah for real?"
"Yeah B"
"Aww shit"
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love with the dick now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love with the dick now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven, bitch
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Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know, I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love wit the dick, now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy? You just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
God damn, god damn, was scrollin' through the 'gram, saw you with a new man
That was quick, in the pic I can see y'all holdin' hands
Does he know yo hand was strokin' on my dick last night under my pants?
All yo friends screamin' "Oh my god Massa, I'm your number 1 fan"
I know that make you pissed
You ain't got me on locks, lowkey like Loc right after the Bizz
I see you see that I been up, now you want make up and kiss
You indirectly dissin' me, it's hard to keep it cool with all this heat that I'm releasing
But I'm cool enough, don't give a f*ck about yo shade
You just try to betray then come kissin'
Why you sayin' shots fired when yo ugly ass missin'
You a hoe, hoe, hoe like it's Christmas
I know it is but on god you been movin' reckless
Lil hoe, look at that, uh oh, it's a fact, what is?
Hoe you on Santa's naughty list, bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherf*ckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this motherf*ckin' town boy
Pound boy, you can't even say your own nouns boy
Got a 40 ounce of dro so we gon' run it up
Hope the cops ain't smellin' smoke cause he know somethings up
Man I'm not just smokin' Buddah how I sum it up
I'm just chillin' with my bitch we gettin' f*cked up
Meditating always stating that I'm elevating when I'm smokin' dope
And I don't even need a single drug to help me cope
Third eye open and I'm ready to flow
Boy you slippin' on your words like the shit be some soap
You is a hoe hoe hoe, I'm just preaching, reachin' each and every one of y'all souls
Cause it's Christmas time, ain't no need to be cold
Wrap them gifts up nice and get em ready to go
Frosty the snowman
Pulled out a choppa blast a cap in his ass
The feds raided Frosty's trap and now his hands on his mag
And he don't take no f*ckin' L's bitch put the crack yo ass
Had to hop up in a foreign and now he's off to the dash
Right beside him got a baddie with a thong full of cash
Now he's feelin' kinda horny slap his ice on her ass
Then smoke a blunt right by the fire while they listen to Jazz
Molly water got him movin' like the whip goin' fast
Woah, had to cop me up a cigarillo
Cut my passion down and chop it up on instrumentals
Why they keep on coming for my mental, what chu want a medal?
Got me fuming like steam from boiling tea inside a kettle
But it'll pass over when a baddie bring that ass over
Help me relieve all the weight that's on my shoulders
Shit is heavy like a boulder, you wanna cuddle cause it's cold but I'm colder
Imma f*ck you then I'm drivin' away till I'm out of range in my range rover
When I got home, she called my phone sayin' "Ion like the way that you treat me, it's over"
So I told her "Last bitch that I was with was in my bed and I would hold her, next day say she was switchin' up on me and f*cked on another nigga"
Bipolar is what these bitches is so I give em the cold shoulder
Shorty played me like she playin' a song on the tromboner
Swing a stick, in the air and control em like composer
"Wait, Composer? Ain't it called a conductor?
A composer's the one that WRITES the music"
"Nah for real?"
"Yeah B"
"Aww shit"
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love with the dick now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love with the dick now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven, bitch
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know, I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love wit the dick, now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy? You just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
God damn, god damn, was scrollin' through the 'gram, saw you with a new man
That was quick, in the pic I can see y'all holdin' hands
Does he know yo hand was strokin' on my dick last night under my pants?
All yo friends screamin' "Oh my god Massa, I'm your number 1 fan"
I know that make you pissed
You ain't got me on locks, lowkey like Loc right after the Bizz
I see you see that I been up, now you want make up and kiss
You indirectly dissin' me, it's hard to keep it cool with all this heat that I'm releasing
But I'm cool enough, don't give a f*ck about yo shade
You just try to betray then come kissin'
Why you sayin' shots fired when yo ugly ass missin'
You a hoe, hoe, hoe like it's Christmas
I know it is but on god you been movin' reckless
Lil hoe, look at that, uh oh, it's a fact, what is?
Hoe you on Santa's naughty list, bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherf*ckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this motherf*ckin' town boy
Pound boy, you can't even say your own nouns boy
Got a 40 ounce of dro so we gon' run it up
Hope the cops ain't smellin' smoke cause he know somethings up
Man I'm not just smokin' Buddah how I sum it up
I'm just chillin' with my bitch we gettin' f*cked up
Meditating always stating that I'm elevating when I'm smokin' dope
And I don't even need a single drug to help me cope
Third eye open and I'm ready to flow
Boy you slippin' on your words like the shit be some soap
You is a hoe hoe hoe, I'm just preaching, reachin' each and every one of y'all souls
Cause it's Christmas time, ain't no need to be cold
Wrap them gifts up nice and get em ready to go
Frosty the snowman
Pulled out a choppa blast a cap in his ass
The feds raided Frosty's trap and now his hands on his mag
And he don't take no f*ckin' L's bitch put the crack yo ass
Had to hop up in a foreign and now he's off to the dash
Right beside him got a baddie with a thong full of cash
Now he's feelin' kinda horny slap his ice on her ass
Then smoke a blunt right by the fire while they listen to Jazz
Molly water got him movin' like the whip goin' fast
Woah, had to cop me up a cigarillo
Cut my passion down and chop it up on instrumentals
Why they keep on coming for my mental, what chu want a medal?
Got me fuming like steam from boiling tea inside a kettle
But it'll pass over when a baddie bring that ass over
Help me relieve all the weight that's on my shoulders
Shit is heavy like a boulder, you wanna cuddle cause it's cold but I'm colder
Imma f*ck you then I'm drivin' away till I'm out of range in my range rover
When I got home, she called my phone sayin' "Ion like the way that you treat me, it's over"
So I told her "Last bitch that I was with was in my bed and I would hold her, next day say she was switchin' up on me and f*cked on another nigga"
Bipolar is what these bitches is so I give em the cold shoulder
Shorty played me like she playin' a song on the tromboner
Swing a stick, in the air and control em like composer
"Wait, Composer? Ain't it called a conductor?
A composer's the one that WRITES the music"
"Nah for real?"
"Yeah B"
"Aww shit"
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love with the dick now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow
Woah, now she wearin' nothin'
Next thing you know I'm inside her butt nuttin'
Fell in love with the dick now she's thinkin' bout cuffin'
Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven, bitch
Writer: Arman Mansour
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid