Nightmare Before Christmas Song Lyrics In English – Kodak Black Lyrics
| Singer | Kodak Black |
| Singer | Kodak Black |
| Music | Kodak Black |
| Song Writer | Kodak Black |
I try to stay out of love ’cause I’d kill me a bitch
I’m just fuckin’ and thuggin’ and gettin’ money to lit to commit
I got one ho ridin’ my face another one ridin’ 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 ends 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 standin’ your ground, you ain’t solid
Like a toilet stool, my diamonds on flush, I’m shit poppin’
But we ain’t trippin’ ’cause you ain’t fuckin’ with us, ain’t shit stoppin’
Now she on me, come on over its winter, she dick hoppin’
Came through on a Kawasaki, I hate niggas like I’m Nazi
I’m on alot of Roxy, try to say, “No” to drugs, but they don’t listen
Always givin’ back to youngins in the hood, I know they feelings
I’m a thug but I be out here spreadin’ love like it’s a sickness
I start focusin’ on me, I was so gone on my niggas
Then I’ma rider so I find myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predictin’ me, low-key niggas be hatin’
Fpr 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
I don’t use elevators, steppers take the staircase
The only way you niggas beat me if I catch a Fed case
And ain’t no goin’ back, I’m on they ass every day
I’m busy flippin’ sacks, she get to slang dick free yesterday
I’m sexually deprived, my dick too good to 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 throwin’ 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
Lil Herb died in Dior, what’s so special ’bout designer?
