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Michael Christmas – Drunk lyrics
I'm bot to call every singel girl in my phone
Tell every singel one that: I love you
Czu I do, I really do
And I don't know how I'll get home but
But know I; m now alone, gotta bunsh the niggas with me
And they are on the same ball
Drunk walking in the street, they crazy, but they're mine
I'm stumblin drunk, I just do up
Can't feel shit, fucking not
I; m with my niggas, I wish for bitches
A public pissed it, no body whitness,
In Brooklyn looking from the diamonds pages
We roll and do my hood
Rolling down somebody...
But I ain't show no fear cuz the elby I got it; s cheaper
I; 'm like a super man with the hands on like
I thought that... but
That's a couple steps I gotta marsh it
We feel like we don't walk therty minutes still no progress
Some calling, our shit it's good...
She said she talk to me when I gte in the house, pissed
Cuz I ball down, fucked up wow
So now I have to stop for a minute
Call my ex say I love her, I ain't finish
I'm bot to call every singel girl in my phone
Tell every singel one that: I love you
Czu I do, I really do
And I don't know how I'll get home but
But know I; m now alone, gotta bunsh the niggas with me
And they are on the same ball
Start to rapping with a whole goal
Though I gave some change yeah
Get that niggas twenty bangs, it's like all my money main
I gotta get to well I'm getting quickly
The hunger kicked, acting like I need the snichers
The girl at the party was like where you going niga
But they only try to fuck in my bed miss ém
So much, so much I love you so much
And thou it's late on night
I call your phone and ovre for...
Send me news try to sell me pretty donouts, hello
Bitch don't hang up
Tell every singel one that: I love you
Czu I do, I really do
And I don't know how I'll get home but
But know I; m now alone, gotta bunsh the niggas with me
And they are on the same ball
Drunk walking in the street, they crazy, but they're mine
I'm stumblin drunk, I just do up
Can't feel shit, fucking not
I; m with my niggas, I wish for bitches
A public pissed it, no body whitness,
In Brooklyn looking from the diamonds pages
We roll and do my hood
Rolling down somebody...
But I ain't show no fear cuz the elby I got it; s cheaper
I; 'm like a super man with the hands on like
I thought that... but
That's a couple steps I gotta marsh it
We feel like we don't walk therty minutes still no progress
Some calling, our shit it's good...
She said she talk to me when I gte in the house, pissed
Cuz I ball down, fucked up wow
So now I have to stop for a minute
Call my ex say I love her, I ain't finish
I'm bot to call every singel girl in my phone
Tell every singel one that: I love you
Czu I do, I really do
And I don't know how I'll get home but
But know I; m now alone, gotta bunsh the niggas with me
And they are on the same ball
Start to rapping with a whole goal
Though I gave some change yeah
Get that niggas twenty bangs, it's like all my money main
I gotta get to well I'm getting quickly
The hunger kicked, acting like I need the snichers
The girl at the party was like where you going niga
But they only try to fuck in my bed miss ém
So much, so much I love you so much
And thou it's late on night
I call your phone and ovre for...
Send me news try to sell me pretty donouts, hello
Bitch don't hang up
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