Mr. Jingles

Hitta
Hitta
Go, go
Buckethead bitch gon' do whatever and she wanna mingle
Also, she gon' wanna do som' for a couple singles
And yeah, I’m pissed off, hold on bitch, I gotta twinkle (Hold on, hold on)
Name ring bells, all the hoes call me Mr. Jingles (Name ringin')
All the broke boys on that side (Go, go, go)
Look 'em in the eyes, tell me if he on the right side (Look at that)
Hitta got a pump with a punch, like a chest-high
Gettin' cake, I don’t give no fuck who’s baby best ties
Motherfucker
Tell me somethin' (Somethin'), is it me or is it you that’s actin' silly
Spittin' crack (What?), free crack, man, shout out to Lil' Jimmy’s
And I’m spittin' crack, Bobby Brown, R-I-P to Whitney (RIP to her)
Said «Fuck it» and bossed up with Groovy Gang, me
Always, snowflake, ask my OG, I got juice like OJ
And I drink Remi for my boy Drizzy, don’t drink Rosé (Drizzy)
In the casino gettin' nothin' but chips, olé, olé (Fritos)
LeBron and Kyrie Irving, maybe Shaq and Kobe (I ball)
That’s how you ball, let me show you how to ball
Have you ever had a bitch that all she do is call (Tell ya)
Like, bitch, you irritatin' me, call after call
Don’t you ever say, «When you shake it, it’s gon' dissolve», yeah
Buckethead bitch gon' do whatever and she wanna mingle
Also, she gon' wanna do som' for a couple singles
And yeah, I’m pissed off, hold on bitch, I gotta twinkle (Hold on, hold on)
Name ring bells, all the hoes call me Mr. Jingles (Name ringin')
All the broke boys on that side (Go, go, go)
Look 'em in the eyes, tell me if he on the right side (Look at that)
Hitta got a pump with a punch, like a chest-high
Gettin' cake, I don’t give no fuck who’s baby best ties
Motherfucker
Do your thang, Hitta, do your thang
I was walkin' in the bedroom, she already came (Uh)
Steady sayin' she ain’t take dick (Yeah), she already blame (Uh)
Said, «She ain’t nothin', leave her how she came»
Get to the pool, cabbage the vegetable (Uh), goin' nutty, professional (Uh)
Goin' nutty (Uh), testicle, Hitta, I am professional (Uh)
I’ll get people to bury you (Uh), I’m lovin' my interview (Uh)
Don’t know who invited you 'cause I am not feelin' you
Broke bitch
Buckethead bitch gon' do whatever and she wanna mingle
Also, she gon' wanna do som' for a couple singles
And yeah, I’m pissed off, hold on bitch, I gotta twinkle (Hold on, hold on)
Name ring bells, all the hoes call me Mr. Jingles (Name ringin')
All the broke boys on that side (Go, go, go)
Look 'em in the eyes, tell me if he on the right side (Look at that)
Hitta got a pump with a punch, like a chest-high
Gettin' cake, I don’t give no fuck who’s baby best ties
Motherfucker