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Kodak Black - Nightmare Before Christmas Lyrics

I try to stay out of love 'cause I'll kill me a bitch

I'm just fuckin' and thuggin' and getting money, too lit to commit
I got one ho riding my face, another one riding my dick
Like I'm Santa Claus, I 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, if y'all 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 on flush, I'm shit poppin'
We ain't trippin' 'cause you ain't fuckin' with us, ain't shit stoppin'
Now she on me 'cause my numbers went up, she dick-hoppin'
Came through on a Kawasaki, I hatе niggas like I'm Nazi
I'm with a lot of Roxies, try to say no to drugs, but they don't listеn
Always givin' back to youngins in the hood, I know they feelings
I'm a thug, but I be out here spreading love like it's a sickness
I start focusing on me, I've been so gone on my niggas them
I'm a rider, so I find myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predicting me, low-key niggas be 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 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'ma get with you, can't nobody save you
Nigga, I kill killers and I hate haters
I don't use elevators, steppers 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 ass every day
I'm busy flipping sacks, she get the same dick from yesterday
I'm sexually deprived, my dick too good to just be slingin'
I'm posted in the hood, but I'm too rich to just be hangin'
I'ma be fifty, still bangin', with the youngins, throwin' Z's up
I'm from Pompano, we P's down and throw our threes 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?