Nightmare Before Christmas (Explicit) - Kodak Black
Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Edgar Ferrera
Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Edgar Ferrera
Produced by：SkipOnDaBeat
I tried to stay out of love 'cause I'd kill me a *****
I'm just ******* and thuggin' and getting money too lit to commit
I got one ho riding my face another one riding my d**k
Like I'm Santa Claus I'd check a nigga off of the list
I'm the nightmare before Christmas
Got a fish tank with no fishes
I was out in the deep end and even Nemo couldn't find me
I ain't changed on nobody
They don't see me then I'm grindin'
Tryna have this nigga packed up and cremated by this Friday
You incapable of standing your ground you ain't solid
Like a toilet stool my diamonds don't flush I'm ****poppin'
But we ain't trippin' 'cause you ain't ******* with us ain't ****stoppin'
Now she overcomin' us when us she d**k hoppin'
Can't be on a Kawasaki I hatе niggas like I'm Nazi
I'm wit alot of roxies try to say no to drugs but they don't listen
Always givin' back to youngin's in the hood I know they feelings
I'm a thug but I be out here spreading love like it's the sickness
I start focusing on me I been so gone on my niggas that
I'ma ride her so I find myself in ****** up predicaments
But they know you predicting me low-key niggas been hating
For they benefit they have you in shitty situations
They 'posed to lace you
Keep you straight 'cause you the one with the paper
But nowadays they probably lace you
Soon as the right time to snake you
I'm a shot caller I'm a shot taker
MJ my baby mama so I buy her Marc Jacobs
I'm a get with ya' can't nobody say a nigga
I kill killers and I hate haters
All these elevators steppin' take the staircase
The only way you niggas beat me if a catch a Fed case
And ain't no going back I'm on they a*s every day
I'm busy flipping sacks she get to slayin' d**k through yesterday
Essentially the problem my d**k too good it just be slayin'
I'm posted in the hood but I'm too rich to just be hangin'
I'ma be fifty still bangin' with the youngins throwing' Z's up
I'm from Pompano we P's down and throw our three's up
She solid like my mama where she at I need to find her
Lil Herb died in Dior what's so special 'bout designer
