I heard a young nikka had to sell his soul
For a new Bugatti and a ton of gold
Stepping in the crib, I gotta pat you down
So old school, still in my cap and gown
The lawn manicured, and it's well lit
Talking whole sale, each 12.6
Order crab legs with the heavy butter
.357, perpetrator stumbles
Shots fired, and I fear the worst
Gift wrap his ass, December 1st
Underneath the tree, can a nikka sleep?
Yea I went and spent a hundred G's on a V
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