Kodak Black – Nightmare Before Christmas Mp3 Download
International singer and Mp3 Download Music artist Kodak Black has just dropped a brand new impressive hit song that is titled “Nightmare Before Christmas Audio Download”. The new song Nightmare Before Christmas is freely available here for your download. Just click on the big download button below to get started.
[Verse] 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?