Nightmare before Christmas – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Nightmare before Christmas – Kodak Black

Nightmare before Christmas lyrics
I tried to stay out of love ’cause I’d kill me a bitch
I’m just fuckin’ and thuggin’ and getting money to lit to
I got one ho riding my face,
another one riding my dick
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 that 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 shit
But we ain’t trippin’
’cause you ain’t fuckin’ with us, ain’t
shit stoppin’

Now she overcomin’ us, when us, she dick hoppin’
Can’t be on a Kawasaki,
I hate niggas like a Nazi
I know a lot of rappers that try to say “No” to drugs, but
they don’t listen
Always givin’ back to youngin’s in the hood, I know they
I’m a thug but I be out here spreading love like it’s the
I start focusing on me I felt so gone on my niggas
Then I’ma ride her so I find myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predicting me, low-key niggas been hating
But they benefit they have you in shitty situations
They ‘posed to lace you, keep you straight and 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’ma 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 ass every day
I’m busy flipping sacks, she get to slang dick through
My sack shit ain’t the problem, my dick too good, it just be
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
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
Like heard all in Dior, what’s so special ’bout designerrr?

Nightmare before Christmas – Kodak Black lyrics
Nightmare before Christmas - Kodak Black
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