Yeat - Christmas lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - Christmas lyrics]
Racks up, let's go (I love you daddy)
Might need this Lambo truck (Swerve)
Yeah, fill my cup
(Cup) , I'm in love with drugs
Back then they was a Christmas tree
Lil bitch I feel like Christmas
Talked to aliens, and they come for that boy
He can't miss driving to the plug
Like I'm walking outside for Christmas
(Needy) this a high song
If you sober you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my pants up
VETEMENTS jeans gotta find out
What I'm missing (Nothing)
Definitely don't hang with no pussies
Definitely gon' hang with my twizzy's (yeah)
Yeah, big money, small money, tall money
Long money (Ahh)
And the wild thing is that
You ain't getting nun' from me (Nun')
Walked up in Chanel then bought my
Shoes and my vest from it
I twizzy'd down the road
And now that boy think bout his riches
(Phеw)
I remember I was brokе, all I had was a bed
But that shit was a water bed
Filled up with lean instead (Let's go)
How the fuck are these broke ass
Dumb ass bitches still in my head (How?)
I gotta get these lil' broke
Ass kids out my picture
And they driving with lead
Twizzy done smoked 'em like a swisher
Now that boy ended up dead (Phew)
I don't wanna talk about that
Shit you tell me
Cause all that shit too fed (Federal)
I was really posted up in that lil' C8
In the 'Vette (yeah, swerve)
Yeah, I can't see hate
Cause this Oxy in my head (Ha)
Yeah how the fuck could I live straight
They wanted me dead (Trust me)
They ain't give no shit's
They left me for dead (yeah)
I guess whatever can I expect when
I leave everyone on read
But I guess what can I expect if
I wasn't sliding with no Tec
Yeah like it's Christmas
Racks up, let's go (I love you daddy)
Might need this Lambo truck (Swerve)
Yeah, fill my cup, I'm in love with drugs
Back they was a Christmas tree
Lil bitch I feel like Christmas
Talked to aliens, and they come for that boy
He can't miss driving to the plug
Like I'm walking outside for Christmas
(Needy) this a high song
If you sober you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my pants up
VETEMENTS jeans gotta find out
What I'm missing
Definitely don't hang with no pussies
Definitely gon' hang with my twizzy's
(yeah, big money, small money, tall money
Long money)
Might need this Lambo truck (Swerve)
Yeah, fill my cup
(Cup) , I'm in love with drugs
Back then they was a Christmas tree
Lil bitch I feel like Christmas
Talked to aliens, and they come for that boy
He can't miss driving to the plug
Like I'm walking outside for Christmas
(Needy) this a high song
If you sober you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my pants up
VETEMENTS jeans gotta find out
What I'm missing (Nothing)
Definitely don't hang with no pussies
Definitely gon' hang with my twizzy's (yeah)
Yeah, big money, small money, tall money
Long money (Ahh)
And the wild thing is that
You ain't getting nun' from me (Nun')
Walked up in Chanel then bought my
Shoes and my vest from it
I twizzy'd down the road
And now that boy think bout his riches
(Phеw)
I remember I was brokе, all I had was a bed
But that shit was a water bed
Filled up with lean instead (Let's go)
How the fuck are these broke ass
Dumb ass bitches still in my head (How?)
I gotta get these lil' broke
Ass kids out my picture
And they driving with lead
Twizzy done smoked 'em like a swisher
Now that boy ended up dead (Phew)
I don't wanna talk about that
Shit you tell me
Cause all that shit too fed (Federal)
I was really posted up in that lil' C8
In the 'Vette (yeah, swerve)
Yeah, I can't see hate
Cause this Oxy in my head (Ha)
Yeah how the fuck could I live straight
They wanted me dead (Trust me)
They ain't give no shit's
They left me for dead (yeah)
I guess whatever can I expect when
I leave everyone on read
But I guess what can I expect if
I wasn't sliding with no Tec
Yeah like it's Christmas
Racks up, let's go (I love you daddy)
Might need this Lambo truck (Swerve)
Yeah, fill my cup, I'm in love with drugs
Back they was a Christmas tree
Lil bitch I feel like Christmas
Talked to aliens, and they come for that boy
He can't miss driving to the plug
Like I'm walking outside for Christmas
(Needy) this a high song
If you sober you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my pants up
VETEMENTS jeans gotta find out
What I'm missing
Definitely don't hang with no pussies
Definitely gon' hang with my twizzy's
(yeah, big money, small money, tall money
Long money)