Lil Tjay and Fivio Foreign - Last Christmas

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears (oh-ooh)
I'll give it to someone special (yeah)

Made it out, I'm just a rich young nigga (huh)
Steady arguing no way to live
I know bitches want me 'cause I'm up (yeah)
Something different, I'm just with a gift (huh)
But the drama won't nobody know
Keep on gassin' him up like it's his
She a lover girl, still not a ho (huh)
Love her man, but she feelin' the kid (yeah)

They don't even know me and shorty speak
She gon' still fuck a nigga for some feets
We was in Brooklyn Chop House
Me and shawty spent three K for the eats (we did)
And he don't never take her shopping
We already spent thirty K for the week (nah)
And he mad abusive
If he knew what I do to his shorty, that nigga'll tweak (uh)
She already told me that nigga is weak (uh)
I'll probably shoot him, he think he gon' reach (baow)
She from the town, I met her in the East
When I cheat, she wanna give me a speech (huh)
Shorty is hella obsessive (hella obsseive)
When she get horny, she get very aggressive
She be callin', she be askin' me questions
If I don't answer, she start sendin' me texts

Fuck that nigga I don't care what he did
Honestly, I do not even want to know (no, no, no)
All I know, that's my lil' rider for sure
And can't nobody question, I put that on bro (put that on bro)
I don't like fightin' for cones (huh)
Know we live in a world where these bitches on go (bitches on go)
Gas you up, tell you they love you
No she ain't love you, I know she feelin' the kid for the dough (baow)
My name Lil Tjay, baby, I be smooth
I ain't gon' fake it like you gotta choose
They ain't believe I was destined to win
So wrong for niggas who thought I would lose
End of the story, don't gotta conclude
Humble nigga, my outfits say "Rhude"
Ask your bitch, bet she know I'm that dude
I bet that shit out she ate it like food

Made it out, I'm just a rich young nigga
Steady arguing no way to live (yeah)
I know bitches want me 'cause I'm up (yeah)
Something different, I'm just with a gift (yeah)
But the drama won't nobody know (uh)
Keep on gassin' him up like it's his (he did)
She a lover girl, still not a ho (she not)
Love her man, but she feeling the kid (hm)

Written by:
Tione Merritt, Maxie Lee Ryles III

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