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black santa - touchmoney cease lyrics

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intro: it’s like i got the midas touch

touch money

verse 1:
turnt to the max free biggavelli

shorty let me wack, back seat of the chevy

booty so big, tits all heavy

i was all ready like fish and spaghetti

you already know cease i be gettin to the gwaup

if you ain’t chip in don’t hit a n*gga pot

if you ain’t my friend i’ll get a n*gga got

big bro say he want the chain and the watch

baby where you going i know you want some

like casanova baby don’t run

fashionova got you gettin thumbs

she ain’t got bands but she got drums

i’m going dumb feelin like izzy

don’t mind me m*th* f*cka i’m trippin

you don’t understand the power of a dollar

show a lil n*gga how to rob like 50

i remember nights i used to trap in the cold

had a lil knife when i went to the store

n*ggas tried to jump me so i came with the pole

bet the won’t jump me no mo

when i came back n*ggas wasn’t with it

smoke a lil purp lil pump esketit

these n*ggas talk it, but n*gga i live it

i’m in starlet’s n*gga i liv it

get it

chorus:
she talking sl!ck i’ll back hand her

turn around hit the jack hammer

her momma think i’m the black panther

she don’t know i’m the black santa

bridge: now this the part of the song i want everyone to get their power tools out. we bout to hit the jack hammer one time

verse 2:
in the hood i’m the black santa giving gifts out like a black nana

turn around hit the jack hammer on any chick that got bad grammar

i’m dusse you jack daniels my sh*t hit a little different

remember i had a studio apartment with a little kitchen

f*ck being like mr. fix it i was tryna be mr. whip it

got the sk!llet then i dropped the fish in

oh snap look what i’ve been missing

been the man since i came here

ho ho ho i make it rain deer

he mad cause i’m doing good and he on the corner with the same beer

smoke trees like it’s christmas gotta bad b*tch on my wish list

wrapping papers i’m gifted, wrapping papers i’m gifted

see through n*ggas like a cat scanner don’t b*tches from atlanta

they’ll set you up for that quarter piece

while you running after that georgia peach

chorus:
she talking sl!ck i’ll back hand her

turn around hit the jack hammer

her momma think i’m the black panther

she don’t know i’m the black santa

outro: aye aye aye aye aye aye work work

touch money militia

- touchmoney cease lyrics

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