Lyrics:
I'm balling balling balling balling
Foreign lacs are crawling
Now hood rats are calling
My stacks is tall
To them that's important but hey
Where was you
c'est du timeless shit
Pis c'est fuckin' hors du crochet, d'mande à Kenny, hein
L'queb petit mince St-Jean-Baptiste, back then
Première fois, j
Pull up in lac
Like I ran for the office
Was on my dick
I got right back to balling
If I ain't a real Nigga
What do you call it
Don't call my
at the pool, or riding bikes
Not thinking twice, just living life
Hanging at the park till dark
Or bike it back to my pad
Get home before it's too late
Boy, was
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
holiday (holiday)
So I bought myself a gun
And I'm right back, right back where I'm from
Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My
a stocking by the tree
I'm praying you're still here in my memory
You're a million miles away
Away from me
It was a perfect holiday
It was a perfect
They're gonna know I'm in town on a harem holiday
Twenty women, twenty women by my side
I'm gonna kiss them all, because I've gotta keep 'em satisfied
back from now on till the end, hoe!
My boys kicked in your damn front door
My boys rolled through in a Lac, 4-door
My boys might even pull a 44
My boys,
as fuk, wey
alright, i'm goin' on holiday
i'm goin' away for a fukin' week and a day
i'm gonna stay there and with some of my mates
and get wrecked up
quick cause I'm dipping round 11
Aye ion wanna front I wanna hit her from the back
Call me j holiday I wanna hit her in my lac
One night stand but I'm
how we felt
Nigga's dis shit for less
Back in the days
I couldn't afford those J's
Now i rock Chanel
Bottega on my belt
And that the life we wanted
Now
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight
In that pretty red dress
You gon slay tonight
And you light up my eyes
When you paint the sky
Your my holiday
the flo'
Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me
the tre', to the North, on back to West-8
It ain't a doubt I'm young but I'm a ball for mine
22's on the Lac sittin tall for mine
VS1's in my grill when
a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all realize that Hip-Hop and Rap won't stop
Puttin' it together like a racing track
Where's all my Latino, Philippino,
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
a place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace
Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty
Tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer
All four
I made my time on a Dixie holiday, yeah
I'm going down to Orleans town on a Dixie holiday
To get myself a tonk of that harmony, yeah
You may be
can't repeat what's in my mind
As I lay back resigned
And I kick off my shoes
Holiday Inn blues
Time to put a show on
Gettin' time to go on
People
M'ont demandé: Pourquoi tu rap?
Faire des stacks, mettre le Québec sur la map
Grosse Lac su'l'bord d'la maison
La maison su'l'bord du lac
Yeah
J
My freestyle's down to act I split wigs and back
John Hancock on contracts watch Pic bring havock
I suggest you scat before I decide to attack
Fraud
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
Snow is finally falling down
The whole family is back in town
So sit right there and have a cup of cheer
And I'll show you what's going down
My
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