Lyrics

Central Cee – Xmas Eve / OTF Lyrics

Updated

November 20, 2024

Mpo SA

Xmas Eve / OTF Lyrics
[Part I: Xmas Eve]

[Chorus]
Done a lot of bad things for the P’s, I was in desperate need
Driver go get that re, me and my team work collectively
I’m on the A40 tryna act lidge, when I hit the backroad, I’ll pick up the speed
The trap phone jump two, three, and I’m on two fours like Christmas Eve

[Verse 1]
I get up and grind, you get up, get high
You wake and bake, I’m awake and working
The mandem locked, I’m burning
Put your hands on the Glock, keep turning
Clean up the street, detergent
Cee on repeat, I’m too determined
Bando need refurbishing, I’m using bеdsheets as curtains
Two days, I ain’t brushed my teeth but I don’t give a fuck ’cause I flushеd that re
Is it just me or do they rap just like me?
My lil’ bronem see me with P, on G and now they wan’ trap like me
Try talk bad on YG, my G and I won’t take that lightly
[Chorus]
Done a lot of bad things for the P’s, I was in desperate need
Driver go get that re, me and my team work collectively
I’m on the A40 tryna act lidge, when I hit the backroad, I’ll pick up the speed
The trap phone jump two, three, and I’m on two fours like Christmas Eve

[Verse 2]
You’re chattin’ ’bout man like a bitch, I don’t like that shit, that’s the sign of a snitch
I’m tired of this, soon retire my mumzy and then go reside in the sticks
Can’t even invite that bitch cah they wanna know where I live
My people hating, fans love me and they don’t even know the kid
You’re way too emotional, this is business so I’m emotionless
I kept it real and I showed him love, never done in the plug like Sosa did
Why they moving provocative on the ‘net? In the flesh, they’re the opposite
Me and YB’s on a similar ting, eating off minimal risk

[Outro]
Done a lot of bad things for the P’s, I was in desperate need
Driver go get that re, me and my team work collectively
I’m on the A40 tryna act lidge, when I hit the backroad, I’ll pick up the speed
The trap phone jump two, three, and I’m on two fours like Christmas Eve

[Intro]
Yo

[Chorus]
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Family ties, my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s fucked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather, we get up and grind
We’re grinding, whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Tr- Treat this shit like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need Aventador
Now that I’m up, they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap
But I swear I won’t sell my soul

[Verse 1]
Twenty bag, my trainer collection
What do you mean five-bags for a show
Just had a meeting talk with a label
Same day that I got [?]
I’m trained to go
Living my movie, playing my role
I’m trained to go
Keep the convo brief, I ain’t saying no more
We- We step into bandos, and make ourselves at home
I was young tryna do my ting everyday
Same drip, you could tell I was broke
It’s funny how they used to air
I disappear, now they’re belling my phone
My ex she didn’t believe in me
Remember, I said I would blow
[Chorus]
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Family ties, my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s fucked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather, we get up and grind
We’re grinding, whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this shit like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need Aventador
Now that I’m up, they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap
But I swear I won’t sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Last of the real, I’ll do what it takes
I’m feeling out numbered, there’s too much fakes
I got paranoia, there’s too much jakes
I’m not going through this again
We felt too much pain to settle for fame
I want the whole estate
Shoebox money, the dough ain’t safe
I pray for the day that I clean it
They say they love me but they don’t mean it
Speak to the bag, I need it immediately
I keep on eating a secret ingredient, secrecy
Back then it was hard for me
These days I’m getting it easily
Bad b travelling W12
She’s coming from E15

[Chorus]
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Family ties, my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s fucked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather, we get up and grind
We’re grinding, whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this shit like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need Aventador
Now that I’m up, they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap
But I swear I won’t sell my soul