Triple H - Michael Christmas

FUCK!

I left the Henny in the other room.

It’s OK, don’t worry about it I’ll get it after (I think we should put a Triple

H sample right here)

Suck It!

Yo

Bitch

Tick Tick

Tick Tick

Ever since a little lad, I was just focused on shit I ain’t have

I needed Jordan’s and fitted’s and ass

I needed bitches to notice my ass

I needed all of these niggas approval

Hoes in they drawers like a muhfuckin doodle

Hopin them bitches like Oodles of Noodles

Come out the shower, I look like a poodle

VIP status a broke nigga jacket

An empty ass wallet, my bro got the ratchet

Back from the dead had me actin a fool

Undertake shit I came up out the casket

I hit the court, I ain’t hittin no basket

My dog a blur like a nigga with glasses

Some of my niggas was goin to jail

Some of my niggas was goin to classes

They with that white girl like they in the plastics

I made a dollar stretch out like gymnastics

One single square and a Honey Bun smacking

Stay lounge on the playground

I was on the bus took the Greyhound

To New York City, spent a day around

Spent a night on a hardwood floor

Spent the next day in the same outfit

Ain’t bounce til I did somethin

Broke as hell I ain’t give a fuck

My fuckin head stay down, like a nigga couldn’t get it up

Had to flex like Triple X, Carlito spittin in the face

Sipping Yac with a straight face

But…

But I done had hella Henny headaches

Hella hoes hatin

Headass you hot, huh?

(naw, suck it… bitch)

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

The Henny headaches and the Remy burn, got the eye crust when I wake up

Broke as hell tryin to get caked up, like a bumpy bitch doin makeup

Ain’t the government, fuck pay cuts we was all motherfuckin homeless bruh

Sendin juice home in ramen cups

Ain’t no food in the fridge or nothin

Take ten dollars, cop 2 squares and a forty ounce get fucked up

Sleepin on the couch, sleepin on the floor

Fuck a back pain, man it ain’t nothin

I can make mil’s if I rap ill, make em laugh chill

Want a black grill, want a back porch to kick back chill

Got a back alley where they crack deal

Most of these niggas lose hope, do all the drugs in the world just to cope

I see em burning the rope, that mean I don’t got no time to move slow

God tell me 'get off my ass, better be rich how you skipped all them class

Bumblin, fumbling get all the money and start showing ass like you tumblr‘ing

But I done had hella Henny headaches

Hella hoes hatin

Headass you hot, huh?

(naw, suck it… bitch)

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

Ain’t finna play no games, ain’t finna, ain’t finna play no games

We don’t play no muthafuckin games

Yo we not spittin up water, we spittin Remy

Straight into the air when we come down to ??

Round 2…

Pussy