Leonard Washington - Michael Christmas

If you’re black, Spanish, white, whatever

Everybody clap your hands

If you’re Puerto Rican

Hair silky, smooth as butter

Wild motherfucka, talk Spanish to your mother

Como tu ta donia, donde tu hijo, tu tiene frio

I warm her up use the sofrito

Talk shit with papi, corner store sell the loosie

Cut the cameras off take it out the box and spot me

Awkward nigga but they flock me

Wear the shark tooth necklaces

Eat salami with my breakfastses

Vexed nigga, mad skressed nigga

I can’t even pass a fucking math test nigga

Dropped out got a nigga mad pressed figure

I do raps like Magellan and map quest nigga

We go together, like peas and q’s

Go together like fat bitches need the view

Go together like Chris Brown beat his boos

Go together like toilets and poo

And Dutch Rebelle’s the bae

But wouldn’t let me hit it if I had 2 broken legs

These bitches want my money I ain’t got a penny saved

Penny savers or a Save-A-Lot where I’m shopping nigga, Aye

I get play like Greg Oden in the playoffs

Like Derrick Rose when his new ACL came off

I drink like I got laid off

And if you wasn’t on my dick before bitch stay off

I think I’m Bing Crosby, sing godly

In the lobby with, dice and a cup of coffee

Do this every day like Buddhist meditating

Rapping ain’t no game, that’s why they mad that a nigga playing

Rest up, scarf down a sensu bean and chase it

With a wish to Shenron that a nigga might make it

And then I might get payment

Michael Jackson moonwalking off the spaceship

High as that nigga, that’s a fact nigga

Top turnbuckle for these raps, like Five Star Frog Splash nigga

Treacherous at math and science classes

Wish the fat asses walked slow like poured molasses

Teachers used to tell me boy you slow as some molasses

Prayed they had a girl and she took pole dancing classes

Cuz that’s the type of shit I’m on

Dave Chappelle, 3rd season, bird seasoned

Fried and breaded, I be betting

Dice game with Leonard Washington, Who the fuck is Renee Zelweger

This song look good in a sweater

Bitches honey Graham like heather

And when the lights come off and it’s my turn to settle down

I hope my bitch is made of silicone and look like Jackie Brown

Pam Grier’s gimme head while my mans steer to the nearest of live theater

The fur dragging bear skin on my head and a toe tag

I body beats like how I broil the meat like fire nosed dragons

Wild goose chase, top gun, I got the best bars in the quad son.

Squad up