Lyrics:
Like it's a holiday, let's celebrate
We made it through the hard times of yesterday
I remember back in the days, we used to make P.B. and J's
Drank sugar
new to the game
So I'm the new to game
Yeah I'm fresh in the game
And I'm fresh with my J's
And I'm fresh with the ho
Yeah I'm talking to you
And you
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
or Lac
Peak you as you been there and float to them raps
Butterfly's planets for the jam 8 Tracks
From the 90-tops with the twists and plaits
Look
This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my watch
Got something
rest 'em
Catch 'em slippin', in the hood or the mall
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the Doggs
Fuck talkin', chuck walkin' in my
so high
(So high)
And when we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just stop
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
Huh, team on my back
Leaned on the 'lac
Team on my, team on my back
Leaned on
Team
Huh, yeah
Team on my back
Leaned on the 'lac
Team on my
the holiday
Yeah, you know we got a time limit, babe
Nothing gold ever stays
It isn't very easy when it's just for the holiday
I'm waiting at your back door
I
the holiday
Yeah, you know we got a time limit, babe
Nothing gold ever stays
It isn't very easy when it's just for the holiday
I'm waiting at your back door
I
[Intro:]
J. Holiday
[Trey Songz:]
And Songz
[J. Holiday:]
Ay-ay-ay, Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay)
Put you to bed, bed, bed
Put you to bed, bed,
And though it's sunny I'm still around hoes cause I'm pitchin
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (yeah yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high (I'm on my
to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant be -Z what up man?
Rise and shine, make you want to say
Dear God, let me
from the underground railroad
My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a hater
Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators
I took that shit to heart
: on a work bounce back
La j'ai henny lime dans un brown bag
Low pack, quand ils font leur truc c'est une bonne blague
Grosses basses, fenêtres
(Pay attention)
Yo, SB (Holiday Season, nigga)
Ha (go hard)
I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard)
My tears have dried
And I know that
all.
Get back my good luck!
It's been sunny day by day,
Get back my good luck!
but why today.
Get back my good luck!
It rains cats and dogs.
Get back my
on Mondays
Life gets better in my ugly pink sweater
Then it starts to snow
Cuz when it falls you know
Room filled with holiday cheer
It's gonna be a pink
on Mondays
Life gets better in my ugly pink sweater
Then it starts to snow
Cuz when it falls you know
Room filled with holiday cheer
It's gonna be a pink
thought they can get my cool
Back to my days as a youngster
Smoking weed with my G's, gotta wonder
In the 'lac with the crack, with my OG's in the back
of my way)
(To live by the words that you say)
(I don't wanna be the same oh oh)
Yeah
J'vais pas rapper sur celle la
Je vais parler a leur ame
J'vais leur
in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from
Nothing
I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac
Talkin in codes
It's Charlie Scene got egg nog in my flask
The holidays are back and all my presents are wrapped
Like oh my god is that saint nick
Kids give me your list
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Bet she pay what she weigh
I'm looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way
I got all these J's rolled up
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