Kodak Black - Nightmare Before Christmas lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Nightmare Before Christmas lyrics]
I tried to stay out of love
'cause I'd 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'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 end
And even Nemo couldn't find me
I ain't changed on nobody
They 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 don't flush, i'm shit poppin'
But we ain't trippin' 'cause you
Ain't fuckin' with us
Ain't shit stoppin'
Now she overcomin' us, when us
She dick hoppin' can't be on a Kawasaki
I hatе niggas like I'm Nazi
I'm wit alot of roxies try
To say "No" to drugs
But they don't listеn
Always givin' back to youngin's
In the hood, i know they feelings
I'm a thug but I be out here
Spreading love like it's the sickness
I start focusing on me I been
So gone on my niggas that
I'ma ride her so I find
Myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predicting me
Low-key niggas been 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 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'm a get with ya', can't nobody say a
Nigga i kill killers and I hate haters
All these elevators steppin'
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 to slayin' dick through yesterday
Essentially the problem my dick too good
It just be slayin'
I'm posted in the hood but I'm
Too rich to just be hangin'
I'ma be fifty still bangin'
With the youngins throwing' 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?
'cause I'd 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'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 end
And even Nemo couldn't find me
I ain't changed on nobody
They 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 don't flush, i'm shit poppin'
But we ain't trippin' 'cause you
Ain't fuckin' with us
Ain't shit stoppin'
Now she overcomin' us, when us
She dick hoppin' can't be on a Kawasaki
I hatе niggas like I'm Nazi
I'm wit alot of roxies try
To say "No" to drugs
But they don't listеn
Always givin' back to youngin's
In the hood, i know they feelings
I'm a thug but I be out here
Spreading love like it's the sickness
I start focusing on me I been
So gone on my niggas that
I'ma ride her so I find
Myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predicting me
Low-key niggas been 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 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'm a get with ya', can't nobody say a
Nigga i kill killers and I hate haters
All these elevators steppin'
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 to slayin' dick through yesterday
Essentially the problem my dick too good
It just be slayin'
I'm posted in the hood but I'm
Too rich to just be hangin'
I'ma be fifty still bangin'
With the youngins throwing' 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?