Not Too Holy for the Holidays
Lyrics
Murder shewrote baby
All my distant relatives turned distant memories
They're like boy you grown now
You don't remember me
Is that how it is
I might just need me a bottle bae
Not too holy for the holidays
Butterflies in my belly bae
Fuckin up my anatomy
All of this niggas is backstabbing
Done did something to my vertebrae
I might go back that gat clapping
They don't want me to be a better man
Shit I oblige if you say so
Brrt brrt how that thang go
Skrt skrt that Durango
I sold my soul for that bankroll
Now I've got the devil on payroll ouu
Do anything for dinero
Martin Luther had a dream
All my shooters with the beam
No playboy magazines
4 Deep in that beamer
Packed up like sardines
Break bread with the team
Venus and Serena its all racks inbetween
Try hold me down by any means
You cant hold me down o you cant hold me down
My soul was lost and found
I'm bound to let this cap off with no graduation gown
Its a murdaa outside town
Yayy shewrotee murdaa nigga,murdaszn
Booty clap its applaudeseing
Curiousity wrapped around fornicating
Part the reasons I think you're funny Caitlyn
Celestial innerstellar brand like Anne Hathaway
In that movie they had mattew macoughney in
Poetic with the words I was out conveying
But she a shallow jawn like hol up what the fuck you saying
Hormones in my body racing
Doing 60 0n a 35 baby
Promise you wont crash if I let you drive baby
Give me the keys nigga
I just ordered pizza shit is extra large baby
No kiss and tell no espionage baby
Pay no mind when they undermine baby
Tell me whats a moth to a butterfly
Tell me whats a moth to a butterfly baby
Murder shewrote baby
All my distant relatives turned distant memories
They're like boy you grown now
You don't remember me
Is that how it is
I might just need me a bottle bae
Not too holy for the holidays
Butterflies in my belly bae
Fuckin up my anatomy
All of this niggas is backstabbing
Done did something to my vertebrae
I might go back that gat clapping
They don't want me to be a better man
Shit I oblige if you say so
Brrt brrt how that thang go
Skrt skrt that Durango
I sold my soul for that bankroll
Now I've got the devil on payroll ouu
Do anything for dinero
Martin Luther had a dream
All my shooters with the beam
No playboy magazines
4 Deep in that beamer
Packed up like sardines
Break bread with the team
Venus and Serena its all racks inbetween
Try hold me down by any means
You cant hold me down o you cant hold me down
My soul was lost and found
I'm bound to let this cap off with no graduation gown
Its a murdaa outside town
Yayy shewrotee murdaa nigga,murdaszn
Booty clap its applaudeseing
Curiousity wrapped around fornicating
Part the reasons I think you're funny Caitlyn
Celestial innerstellar brand like Anne Hathaway
In that movie they had mattew macoughney in
Poetic with the words I was out conveying
But she a shallow jawn like hol up what the fuck you saying
Hormones in my body racing
Doing 60 0n a 35 baby
Promise you wont crash if I let you drive baby
Give me the keys nigga
I just ordered pizza shit is extra large baby
No kiss and tell no espionage baby
Pay no mind when they undermine baby
Tell me whats a moth to a butterfly
Tell me whats a moth to a butterfly baby
Writer(s): glory ume-aham
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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