Jim Jones

Jim Jones - Dipset Xmas Time lyrics

Livin Fast And Ballin At Christmas Time

[Jones:]

Its Fin To Be A Good Christmas This Year

Santa Know When You're Good Or Bad, And We Ballin

[Chrous:]

The Musics Tight

The Block Is Stuffed

We Here Tonite

And Thats Whats Up

Livin Fast And Ballin At Christmas Time

Livin Fast Its A Dipset Christmas Time

Look

Im Tryna Live Everday Like Its Christmas

I Shovel Yay So Everyday A Nigga Risk This

Blow From The Copeyes

Feelin Like Popeyes

Cuz Im In The Coupe With A Chicken And A Biscuit

My Niggas Get The Same Thing Every Year

Different Mew New Year Match The Color With They Hair

And You Know It Cost Kitty If I Wear

A Red Monkey On The Jeans Eleven Hundred For The Pair

Might Show Em How To Ball This Year Yeah The Dogs The Fresh London Fog This Year

Put The Box Up Pull Out The Foxy Long Hair

Fresh Ta Death Might Open A Mourge This Year

Thats How Im Feelin Holiday Season

(Sqaud Up)

Thats The Holiday Greeting

Buy A Ratchet For The Holiday Heathin

They Might Be Doin Holiday Squeezin, Ya Dig?

[Chorus x2]

I Want It All From Racetracks To The Ball Games

Now We Race Fast In The Porsche Thing

I Gotta Ball Gettin Cash Of The Raw Caine(I Got It)

And Wifey Want The Super Charged Range(She Got It)

I Think The Coupe Might Do The Hard Thing(For Real)

Gotta Do Seventy And I Pops The Wing

A Little Car Trivia

Every Car Giddy Up

Like A Clidesdale

The Mood Is Right And Im High As Hell

Big Trucks Through The Snow Like A One Horse Slay

The V-12 Come With Five Hundred Horsies

And My Whole Team Ballin And We All Flossy

Now Im Hearin Piff While Im Sniffin The Eggnog

Pumpin My Shit And Im Whippin The Best Cars

Thats Cuz We Get Dough

So This Year Mommy Benz With The Red Bow

You Know We Gettin Dollas Like Preflow

Holiday Season So We Sippin On The Xo

[Chorus x2]

Its Christmas Time Everybody Jolly

Feel It Blood Everybody Wanna Party

Get Ya Flag On Red Rags Out

Feelin Good Pull The Red Jags Out

(Gettin Money)

We Gonna Ball At The Red Lights

Shit Pretty Bitches, Blind A Ho With The Head Lights

I Heard Lotus Poppin

Alotta Pretty Bitches With The Fishnet Stockings

Hit The Club By The Bar Route

Where The Dutches At Get The Jars Out(Lets Get High Blood)

And Put The Piffy In The Air

I Aint That Bent Dont Skip Me, Give It Here

And We Could One Two Step

Throw Ya Gang Up What Hood You Rep (Nine Tres)

And Everybody Spazz Out

Get Blowed Homie Til You Fuckin Pass Out

Its Christmas

[Chorus x2]

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