Kodak Black – Nightmare Before Christmas (Lyrics, Video)

Kodak Black - Nightmare Before Christmas (prod. SkipOnDaBeat)


Watch the music video for Kodak Black’s Christmas Eve song titled “Nightmare Before Christmas”. The track was produced by SkipOnDaBeat. Read the lyrics for the song.

Kodak Black Nightmare Before Christmas
Kodak Black Nightmare Before Christmas

Prior to his Christmas Eve single, Kodak was spotted celebrating with his girlfriend as they invited their friends and family to their baby shower. The couple is reportedly expecting a baby girl in weeks to come, and during the event, Kodak gifted his lady with a new ring. There wasn’t an official announcement to confirm that the present was an engagement, but nevertheless, the rapper was excited about his growing family.


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I tried to stay out of love ’cause I’d kill me a bitch
I’m just fucking and thugging and getting money to lit to commit
I got one ho riding my face another one riding my dick
Like I’m Santa Claus I’d check a nigga off of list
I’m the nightmare before Christmas
Got a fish tank with no fishes
I was outside in the deep ends and even Nemo couldn’t find me
I ain’t changed on nobody
They don’t see me that I’m grindin’
Tryna have this nigga packed up and cremated by this Friday
You incapable of standing your ground, you ain’t solid
Like a toilet stool, my diamonds don’t flush, shit poppin’
But we ain’t trippin’ ’cause you ain’t fuckin’ with us, ain’t shit stoppin’
Now she over, coolin’ with us, when us, she dick hoppin’
Can’t be on a Kawasaki, I hate niggas like a Nazi
I know a lot of rappers that try to say “No” to drugs, but they don’t listen
Always givin’ back to youngin’s in the hood, I know they feelings
I’m a thug but I be out here spreading love like it’s the sixth
After focusing on me I felt so gone on my niggas
Then I’ma ride her so I find myself in fucked up predicaments
But they know you predicting me, low-key niggas been hating
But they benefit they have you in shitty situations
They ‘posed to lace you, keep you straight and you the one with the paper
But nowadays they probably lace you soon as the right time to snake you
I’m a shot caller, I’m a shot taker
MJ my baby mama so I buy her Marc Jacobs
I’ma get with ya’, can’t nobody say a, nigga
I kill killers and I hate haters
All these elevators steppin’ take the staircase
The only way you niggas beat me if a catch a Fed case
And ain’t no going back, I’m on they ass every day
I’m busy flipping sacks, she get to slang dick through yesterday
My sack shit ain’t the problem, my dick too good, it just be slangin’
I’m posted in the hood but I’m too rich to just be hangin’
I’ma be fifty still bangin’, with the youngins throwing’ Z’s up
I’m from Pompano, we P’s down and throw our three’s up
She solid like my mama, where she at? I need to find her
Like heard all in Dior, what’s so special ’bout designer?

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