Lyrics:
of me, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've drunk with Willie Harbach (19)
Also Roger Stauback (20)
Wriggled pretty far back
When you start
to kick sneakers
Under the table for me
I would buy them fake joints and wear them
He would come to the prison with new real J's
On in my size and while we
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
places like a holiday
We can just chill by the west side
One night on your waistline
Feel on me baby like another way
Am ma take you places like a holiday
a holiday
We can just chill by the west side
One night on your waistline
Feel on me baby like another way
Amma take you places like a holiday
We can just
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
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
COMMENT
ALL RITE
I BE BUGGIN OUT BLOWIN LIKE DYNOMITE
JUS CHILL WIT MY LACS DONT TAX
LOST BOYZ IN THE BACKS
CHORUS
VERSE THREE (DECKS)
YA FIND A WAY
looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way
I got all these J's rolled up
And I got all this drank poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came
'em off like that
I'm a bring her all of the jewelry cause I don't play the back
And give less to spray now or later on the lac
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50
Frankenstein was the first in line, and the Wolf Man came up next
Dracula was doing his stuff, breathing down my neck
Jump back, make tracks, here
for this rap
Scorned by the facts
Chop chop flowing in the trap
You know I gotta roll with my strap
Bros got my back
See us riding slow in a lac
Yea we
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
Holidays (Th tol
J tuijp c tol)
You woke up fine, it's almost nine
You hear the schoolbell, and you get in line
The daily round, the rules that
Yeah Uh, Uh
Fast money yeah I love that fast money
Something bout it when you getting cash money
J A M S
The smoothest out the Midwest
Coming live
you how we gonna go through cos everywhere we go to
My people are wise we gonna take you by surprise because we switching up the lines
I got something
D's and Lac's
And if I get dollar bills ussualy i'll have cheese to stack
And if I give a trick something usually I'll ease it back
Now you see it
candied sweetbreads for dear St. Nick
Just gimme that but, but, but, be-ut, but
But, but, but, be-ut, but
Holiday butter cookies
We didn't stop by for no
with my baby
So I'm going to love you until the sun comes up
Be that extra sugar you need in your cup
There's no holiday from this love
We won't
J'leur dirai
Tu m'fais mal à la face
Yo my boy tu déconnes
J'veux de tes étiquettes j'suis pas un clone
When I look back in the days
(cll?) our wishes
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
alot of money
Then I went ahead and blew it
Now I'm trying to make it back
So how the fuck you wanna do it
My nigga you better do it(Aye)...do it
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