Nightmare Before Christmas lyrics - Kodak Black

 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 commit

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 poppin'

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 feelings

I'm a thug but I be out here spreading love like it's the sixth

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 yesterday

My sack shit ain't the problem, my dick too good, it just be slangin'

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

Like heard all in Dior, what's so special 'bout designer?

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