Cammy Dub$ - Christmas Day! Lyrics

Hey
Merry Christmas
Aye
Yuh
Christmas Day
Whats under the tree
Nigga its me

Hey
Yuh
Put up your hands its a robbery
(Robbery)
Can't nobody spit as hot as me
(Hot as me)
I do my dance my corroboree
(Hey)
You girl be giving me nobbery
(Hey)
Money like I hit the lottery
(Lottery)
Lotta jewelry that I coppery
(Coppery)
Yo diamonds lookin like pottery
(Pottery)
Back the f*ck up with that mockery
(Hey)
That pussy sweet like a strawberry
(Strawberry)
Checks got them O's like a rotary
(Rotary)
Giving me top is her jobbery
(Ayee)
She fell in love thats a quandary
(Hey)
I don't know what else to tell her
No
I guess I'm one lucky fella
Yeah
I see more cash than a tella
Heyyy
So she ate my kids like nutella
(Heyy)
I don't wanna go and flow
And spit the verse
Thats gonna take a nigga ho
But niggas gonna go on
Stage and flow
And so i had to take the niggas ho
(Sorry)
I don't feel bad
No i don't feel no remorse
But don't feel bad
(Cuz)
Im Cammy Dub$ bro of course
Im winning yes I feel like I Boozie
(Huh)
Not wipe me down but Shaboozey
(Winnin' streak baby)
I like to shop in Shabuya
You niggas can keep your medusa
AirPods keep em on lock
Making sure that every nigga hear me bro
(Hear me bro)
And you know everything drop
Spit it hot so these niggas hair me like a fro
(Like a fro)
Do a show, rock the show
Head back home
And a nigga split a jay with Mike Checks
(Mike Checks)
Two of those, hit the road
Don't book me
If you aint even talking bout checks
(Bout Checks)
Groupie hoes, through the holes
Kill the Cat
Tell me that I'm grande I say thank u next
(Thank u next)
I got foes, many hoes
Wanna pull up on me
Better be armed biceps
(Biceps)
Pull up with garmander fire
(Fire)
The shit that I rock my attire
(My attire)
My shit be wet calamari
(Hey)
My shit on flex like Omari
(Hey)
Im playing games like Attari
Sorry love I don't say sorry
(Sorry)
I did her wrong but I'm better
Rocking my ugly sweater
Its Christmas bitch
Chin up
And I keep a gold cross
Had to christian up
And I tear the roof down
Just to lift shit up
And I'm rude now
Talking to a bitch
Shutup
Act a fool now
Functions in this bitch get up
And I hate the dreads
Had to twist shit up
And we hate police
Cuz the bitch curropt
And there's more tapes
Coming nigga listen up
And I
(AYEE)

Put up your hands its a robbery
Can't nobody spit as hot as me
(Hot as me)
I do my dance my corroboree
(Hey woah)
You girl be giving me nobbery
(Hey woah)
Money like I hit the lottery
(Huh)
Lotta jewelry that I coppery
(Coppery)
Yo diamonds lookin like pottery
(What)
Back the f*ck up with that mockery
Bitch
Dub$
Merry Christmas