Letra de Jingle Bales (Intro) - Gucci Mane

Woah

East Atlanta Santa

Jumpin' out the Phantom

Huh

Go

Jingle bales

Bales on the scale (Bale)

Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Tryna duck the feds

Just bust a nigga head

'Cause these niggas tried to play with my bread (Huh?

Pussy)

Jingle bales (Jingle)

Motherfuck 12

I'ma drop a bag on your head (Wack 'em, kill 'em)

The neighbors won't tell, and we left no shells

It's a dead man 'sleep in your bad (Ooh

Go)

Jingle

Jingle

I'm Kris Kringle

Tryna stack my chips up

Tall like Pringles

The work came darker, the price got cheaper

Coke like Christmas and pints like Easter

Hustlin' with the work

Get in the kitchen like Batista

Shake the pot

Shake the pot

Shake it like a seizure

Charge your boy the super high

Sell it 'fore it's even dry

Gucci the executive, but I don't wear a suit and tie

Dressed super fly

I'm too rich even for Uber rides

Can't even go outside

Everywhere I'm recognized

Gucci Mane a model now

They need me to advertise

Pull up in an Avatar

Hybrid with some stupid ice

She stalkin' me, she jackin' me, she watch me like a private eye

Mob guy

Washed guy

Your boyfriend a small fry

Drop top

Winter time, 'cause I can't be the fall guy

Ballin' till you fall out, I just trapped out the mall out

Jingle bales (Jingle)

Bales on the scale (Bale)

Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tryna duck the feds, just bust a nigga head

'Cause these niggas tried to play with my bread (Wack 'em

Hoo)

Jingle bales (Jingle)

Motherfuck 12

I'ma drop a bag on your head (Damn, damn)

The neighbors won't tell, and we left no shells

It's a dead man 'sleep in your bad (Ooh)

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