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I come from Alabama, your bitch look like a Santa, think you coming around here looking like a gangsta, talking about your going to be the next Montana,

In pajamas I snuck out to watch the real Santa, I guess Santa knew what I wanted that Christmas

Two lips blowin' kisses, much to my mistress, Cause my thing something vicious, Ducking bill collectors like Jehovah’s witness, can't keep people out of my business, people keep pleading for my forgiveness

Cause I'm sitting here sipping on Guinness, my momma always told me to watch myself, I'm on my own time so just worry about your self

Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense gotta brighten up my future, yeah that's common sense,

It's time for some change to commence, time to put up and build up fence, i can't put up with fake defense.