Ghost of Xmas past

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Cookin Soul - Rap, Christmas

Ghost of Xmas past

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[Intro] Cookin Soul [Verse: Ghostface Killah] I done walked on fire (Fire), never got burnt (Burnt) Slept on glass (Glass), never got cut (Cut) And broke a few nose bones, yo, let off a round or two At certain dudes where they dropped they phones Yo, this straight crack (Yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it and bailed They left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" Now hold you down when you be squeezin' that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch Ds Rolling in threes, in them purplе Capri's A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, Wallo's with the gold tassels Your old slavе, with Starkey Love on the shackle And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out Poofed the nails off, y'all faggots can figure the price out It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco Get my slippers, before I goes gun-ho [Outro] All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild

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  • Cookin Soul