Paroles Triple h Michael Christmas

Triple h

FUCK!
I left the Henny in the other room..
It's OK, don't worry about it I'll get it after (I think we should put a Triple H sample right here)
Suck It!
Yo
Bitch
Tick Tick
Tick Tick

Ever since a little lad, I was just focused on shit I ain't have
I needed Jordan's and fitted's and ass
I needed bitches to notice my ass
I needed all of these niggas approval
Hoes in they drawers like a muhfuckin doodle
Hopin them bitches like Oodles of Noodles
Come out the shower, I look like a poodle
VIP status a broke nigga jacket
An empty ass wallet, my bro got the ratchet
Back from the dead had me actin a fool
Undertake shit I came up out the casket
I hit the court, I ain't hittin no basket
My dog a blur like a nigga with glasses
Some of my niggas was goin to jail
Some of my niggas was goin to classes
They with that white girl like they in the plastics
I made a dollar stretch out like gymnastics
One single square and a Honey Bun smacking
Stay lounge on the playground
I was on the bus took the Greyhound
To New York City, spent a day around
Spent a night on a hardwood floor
Spent the next day in the same outfit
Ain't bounce til I did somethin
Broke as hell I ain't give a fuck
My fuckin head stay down, like a nigga couldn't get it up
Had to flex like Triple X, Carlito spittin in the face
Sipping Yac with a straight face
But...

But I done had hella Henny headaches
Hella hoes hatin
Headass you hot, huh? (naw, suck it...bitch)
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games

The Henny headaches and the Remy burn, got the eye crust when I wake up
Broke as hell tryin to get caked up, like a bumpy bitch doin makeup
Ain't the government, fuck pay cuts we was all motherfuckin homeless bruh
Sendin juice home in ramen cups
Ain't no food in the fridge or nothin
Take ten dollars, cop 2 squares and a forty ounce get fucked up
Sleepin on the couch, sleepin on the floor
Fuck a back pain, man it ain't nothin
I can make mil's if I rap ill, make em laugh chill
Want a black grill, want a back porch to kick back chill
Got a back alley where they crack deal
Most of these niggas lose hope, do all the drugs in the world just to cope
I see em burning the rope, that mean I don't got no time to move slow
God tell me 'get off my ass, better be rich how you skipped all them class
Bumblin, fumbling get all the money and start showing ass like you tumblr‘ing

But I done had hella Henny headaches
Hella hoes hatin
Headass you hot, huh? (naw, suck it...bitch)
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games
Ain't finna play no games, ain't finna, ain't finna play no games

We don't play no muthafuckin games
Yo we not spittin up water, we spittin Remy
Straight into the air when we come down to ?? Round 2...
Pussy