Lyrics:
your babes it's holidays
Happy holidays
Now Josh is here to serenate
Here comes Santa Claus
Santa Claus right down Santa Claus Lane
Vixen and Blitzen all
pitiless and all
The restaurants shut by eight
The walls are made of plywood
When they should be armour plate
You better hold on its gonna fly
Here comes
its still '88
Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
check this out--see baby and them leavin see?
Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just
Every time the holidays come along
I wanna be close to someone
Someone who cares
Someone who really understands (hold him in my arms)
And hold
Everyone, everyone come on now let's dance
Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance
Dance dance dance
Holidays are here again
And I
Love, Mistletoe Love
We can spend the Eve right here 'til we see the sun
Mistletoe Love, Mistletoe Love
Presents, bows, and jingle bells for the holiday
“HERE COMES THE WHISKEY”
WRITTEN BY CAROL J. STYRON
INTRO: EM (GUITAR DOWNWARD GLISSANDRO)
VERSE 1:
WE ALWAYS START OFF GREAT, HAVING
the women and men of tomorrow
A chain is as strong as his weakest link
You're here today, but tomorrow
J'reste un produit d'consommation, emballé sous vide
dawn. Wanna clash me it’s on
You must be tipsy, no J-Kwon, straight exposure you's a con
Keep talking s***, I come back and run things just like Anthony J
a feen, got a beat addiction
Arrive on set like a genie and keep them wishin'
Come through and they reposition
Going in, can't catch me on the rebound
Oh yeah
Uh ooh (yeah yeah yeah) oh yeah
(Ooh whoa ooh whoa)
I see you, watchin' can't ignore the rhythm in my walkin'
Head up, strung by
The creatures of the forest bid you
"Welcome to the dark"
Nothing here can hurt you
Darkness has no heart
Holidays in Eden
Paradise regained
See no,
uh not just for the cheddar)
Look here we trustin each other (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?)
you gotta suffer the reprocutions we come from
but I can't come down
My heart's pumping, it's working overtime
I got them crazy butterflies
We're doing it right when we we're together
With you by
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
better move dey
Cuz ah come here for J'ouvert
All de jab jab dem outta road
Lemmie hear you say whoolay whoolay
Whoolay whoolay jab jab
We come to get
through my head like j holiday she wants me andale
Say less I'm about to come through
Treat it like practice this here's a run through
And I'm smoother than
it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight, oh
J I N to the G L E
Jingle bells ho ho come ride with me
Got the sleigh, got my girl and we're
start rolling the j
b is here
now we causin' lotta damage
prettyboy, never try to ruin my image
I'm just perfect for the page
left overs where left
get it fucked up
That nigga right there
He in here perked up
He getting fucked up
By the nigga riding shotgun with a fucking AK
shawty wanna fuck but
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