Peewee Longway - Christmas Tree lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My wrist so rocky, I'm co*ky Cat smell like Issey Miyake I wanna drag her for jockey She wanna dig in my pocket You move a gold digger in b**h will live in your wallet You start out taking her shopping She end up spend all your profit I just fall, I don't call She eat balls and the b**h bring broads Don't get your feelings involved with dogs Feed her to the wolves that'll hang with the boys Sippin on oil, we got her spoiled Rollin up guards got gas in jars All my cars foreign Sittin on 4's Damn you gorgeous, what you on She on molly, I'm on chron We put lean all in the dime Camoflauge foamposites on 80k on me and hun sh**tin on n***as I got the runs Pissy j**elry, yellow charm Baby dissin, why so frizzy Need to sit out in the sun PeeWee kiwi kush we blowin Take your b**h that's what we on Beat her up, RiRi Chris Brown Diamonds dancin like James Brown Pitch words like I'm on the mound Baby know what I be on I be in and out of time I put my dick on her tongue [Hook] She turn me on, I'mma turn her on to me And I turn her on, VVS all over me Look at my arm, this Rolley got her feelin me Don't turn me on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree [3x] She turn me on, and I got ice all over me I turn her on, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] PeeWee Longway nasty a** Hide that gas off in the past Italian Stallion my watch rockin VVS is my ear hockey Longway Liberace Karate chop the dope in huarache Benihana eating steak and hibachi Clap on, clap off, I'm rocking chandeliers Pick ups, drop offs, I'm making drug deals I got Christmas tree bells up making profit On some crip sh**, Longway blew the rastas Sippin and spinnin still pourin up the codeine Brick grip still coming down your chimney Turnin me on and all now ya in the Remy Blowin gas Mr. Lean with the white Remy But rising diamond bars open, know you hear me Super charged blue Hemi flyin down 20 Bought a Porsche just out the window, blue M&M Can't stomach my bars, ain't as sick as him I be hangin out with stars like wit Bush and them Stems crushin my cigars like we kushin them One bu*ton, push start, doing tricks in them I'm talkin foreign cars, A&G kit'd them She turn me on, I had to turn her on to Juice and them And OJ turned her a** on to Gucc and them, Longway [Hook] [Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman] Christmas tree gla** j**elry Sell chickens for Patrick Ewing In the sky just like a Boeing k** em wit the Murray and the Rollie I don't eat steak, eat ravioli And you hot cause you ho done chose me I'm a young n***a from the hood my n***a Got these racks out the Bouldercrest corner Texaco soldier Deuces in the water 6's on my Charger, whip the dope a little hard Try to see me a way, n***a better profit Keep white just like a Nazi Got gas, long dreads like a Rasta Calamari shrimp type play pasta Make moves just like I'm a mobster Like a young n***a trying to win an Oscar Plug came and his first name Oscar Gettin paid since I first start walking I'm not poppin when I'm talkin Young Juiceman trending topic 32 Entertainment 1017, how can we explain it [Hook]