On top of old Smokie, all covered in snow,. I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow. On top of old Smokie, I went there to weep. For a false hearted lover, is worse than a thief.
O Christmas tree. O Christmas tree. How are thy. Leaves so verdant. O Christmas tree. O Christmas tree. How are thy. Leaves so verdant. Weeee. . Not only.
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'. See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping. Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it. If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it.