Juice WRLD - X-Mas List (X-Mas List) lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - X-Mas List X-Mas List lyrics]
DY Krazy all I want from Christmas
Is some all-gold teeth
Cowboy chief, hat on my head
Rifle on the scene
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list
(Yee haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me
Had to dump my clip (Yee haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy
(Ah) , let me swim in it (Yee haw)
Yeah, we the roughest
Toughest niggas 'round town (yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan
Then yo' ho down (yeah)
If he like yo' ho
He may just tie your ho down (Uh, huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit
Then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee haw)
Uh, round 'em up
Just another day on the ranch
Brand new band in the
Gucci pants, Codeinе cowboy, i'm a champ
Big-ass Gucci belt buckle
With a revolvеr in my pants
I bet you never went bull
Ridin' off a couple xans (Yee haw)
I keep a lil' somethin' in my
Holster, 'cause if it go up
Then it's over i keep a lil' somethin in
My cup, codeine pourin', runneth over
(Ah) put a lil' somethin' in her gut
She comin', she keep comin' over and over
We gettin' close, she my cowgirl
I feel her holster (Yee haw)
Beverly hillbillies
Countin' them real billi's
Dirtbikes poppin' them real wheelies
(Yee haw)
Beverly hillbillies, pass me a pill
I can't deal with it, deal with it all
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list
(Yee haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me
Had to dump my clip (Yee haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy
(Ah) , let me swim in it (Yee haw)
Yeah, we the roughest
Toughest niggas 'round town (yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan
Then yo' ho down (yeah)
If he like yo' ho
He may just tie your ho down (Uh, huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit
Then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee haw)
Say he wanna have a shootout, nigga
Where you at? (Uh)
I'm at the saloon gettin'
Slumped off the Jack (Uh)
Got a revolver on me
I'm gon' meet you in the back (Uh)
Shoot you in the face after
We take these five steps (Uh)
Smith & Wesson five hundred in my grip
My new watch gon' cost five hundred
Don't trip
I ain't talkin' 'bout whiskey when I
Say I got the drip
Gucci boots with the spurs so
The haters gon' trip, yeah
Haters gon' trip, yeah
I'm robbin' them for their loot
They ain't gon' do shit
Old broke-ass son of bitch
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list
(Yee haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me
Had to dump my clip (Yee haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy
(Ah) , let me swim in it (Yee haw)
Yeah, we the roughest
Toughest niggas 'round town (yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan
Then yo' ho down (yeah)
If he like yo' ho
He may just tie your ho down (Uh, huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit
Then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee haw)
Is some all-gold teeth
Cowboy chief, hat on my head
Rifle on the scene
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list
(Yee haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me
Had to dump my clip (Yee haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy
(Ah) , let me swim in it (Yee haw)
Yeah, we the roughest
Toughest niggas 'round town (yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan
Then yo' ho down (yeah)
If he like yo' ho
He may just tie your ho down (Uh, huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit
Then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee haw)
Uh, round 'em up
Just another day on the ranch
Brand new band in the
Gucci pants, Codeinе cowboy, i'm a champ
Big-ass Gucci belt buckle
With a revolvеr in my pants
I bet you never went bull
Ridin' off a couple xans (Yee haw)
I keep a lil' somethin' in my
Holster, 'cause if it go up
Then it's over i keep a lil' somethin in
My cup, codeine pourin', runneth over
(Ah) put a lil' somethin' in her gut
She comin', she keep comin' over and over
We gettin' close, she my cowgirl
I feel her holster (Yee haw)
Beverly hillbillies
Countin' them real billi's
Dirtbikes poppin' them real wheelies
(Yee haw)
Beverly hillbillies, pass me a pill
I can't deal with it, deal with it all
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list
(Yee haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me
Had to dump my clip (Yee haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy
(Ah) , let me swim in it (Yee haw)
Yeah, we the roughest
Toughest niggas 'round town (yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan
Then yo' ho down (yeah)
If he like yo' ho
He may just tie your ho down (Uh, huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit
Then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee haw)
Say he wanna have a shootout, nigga
Where you at? (Uh)
I'm at the saloon gettin'
Slumped off the Jack (Uh)
Got a revolver on me
I'm gon' meet you in the back (Uh)
Shoot you in the face after
We take these five steps (Uh)
Smith & Wesson five hundred in my grip
My new watch gon' cost five hundred
Don't trip
I ain't talkin' 'bout whiskey when I
Say I got the drip
Gucci boots with the spurs so
The haters gon' trip, yeah
Haters gon' trip, yeah
I'm robbin' them for their loot
They ain't gon' do shit
Old broke-ass son of bitch
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list
(Yee haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me
Had to dump my clip (Yee haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy
(Ah) , let me swim in it (Yee haw)
Yeah, we the roughest
Toughest niggas 'round town (yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan
Then yo' ho down (yeah)
If he like yo' ho
He may just tie your ho down (Uh, huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit
Then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee haw)