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Mariah Carey - All I Want For Chingmas Is You Lyrics

[Intro]
Make your death come tru-u-u-u-e
All I want for Chingmas is you (gang, gang)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Bu-du-bum

[Verse 1]
Look
Ay Santa, deliver them smoke, that cancer (gang)
I got ten waps in the back of the van, 'cuz (ok)
Ain't got a wap, you get banged up
This ain't a prank, no jokes, no banter (hell no)
Make you get low, won't stand up (get low)
Try it with me, you get popped like Fanta (get popped)
Can't kill me, I'm too handsome (nah)
Hands up (hands up)
I got the pole, he a dancer (pole)
Run up, it might be a mad one (don't do that)
Use hands if I ain't got my handgun (bap, bap, bap)
I had to, (huh?), ching man twice when he ran up
I need my tax like Fanum (ok)
Sardines, gеt packed up

[Chorus]
I just wanna ching your bones (your bones)
Hold thеm down and slice his throat (don't go nowhere)
Make your death come true (true)
All I want for Chingmas is you (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Oh, I shaved him (got shaved)
Oh, I don't need that opp for Chingmas (I don't)
He already got chinged by bro
[Verse 2]
Ay, yo (yo)
I'mma clean up, soap
Turn him ghost
Like Randolph, red dot on his nose (red dot)
Like Santa, I got too many ho-hoes (I do, I do)
Wage war like I'm Makarov
With gang, and we don't never lack (hell no)
Pull up with bro and I let out the mag
If he want smoke, yeah, I'm giving him that
I got the hoes and they bringing it back
My heart's cold and I'm chilling a man (I'm cold)
I'mma just show up and show them I'm bad
Say adios, I dispose of the man
Mad (I just-)

[Verse 3]
If they put up defences, I'm chipping them
Hitting the prick, I'mma cripple them, sin again (sin again)
And I'm bringing the heat like a cinnamon (yeah, I'm bringing it)
And I'm chinging the prick if he fidgeting
And I'm yinging the prick to dividends (yeah, I'm yinging him)
And I'm hitting them niggas, get rid of them (All I want
If you're on me, then come on then, bring it then for Chingmas
I'm the king of this, gang is you)
[Chorus]
Oh, I shaved him
I just wanna ching your bones (I do)
Hold him down and don't let go (don't go nowhere)
Make your death come true
Baby, all I want for Chingma-a-a-a-s is (It's Kosfinger, baby)
You
Oh, I shaved him