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Joe It Ain T Christmas

it used to be It ain't Christmas If I sit at home without you So hard to, if I had a thing to say It ain't Christmas If I sit at home without you I

way it used to be It ain't Christmas If I sit at home without you So hard to, if I had a thing to say It ain't Christmas If I sit at home without you

nothing can't depend it, he's on his fifth premiere At seven, it ain't even eleven Thug boss slim thug drikin' GPO Greygoose, Patron and orange juice, po' me som mo' Now box and poppy Joe

9"] Who you said was dope again? Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you said was hot again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with

Yo man get out of here y'all ain't from around the way Stop frontin {*Beavis and Butthead laughing*} [Run] Yo man save that man we ain't tryin to hear

on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah Well, it ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail It ain't

you ain't fuckin' them then you ain't fuckin' me either You think your man hot? Well, fuck it, me either Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA Everyday Christmas

on Trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black mariah It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than Jail It ain't

records that seemed too slick Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats flosses every day Ain't he ain't