Lyrics:
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
you gave me)
You put the hurt on me, you socked it to me, mama
When you said goodbye (bye)
So please walk on by (walk on)
Oh momma, make believe you
you gave me)
You put the hurt on me, you socked it to me, mama
When you said goodbye (bye)
So please walk on by (walk on)
Oh momma, make believe you
leave it offset yea
I Pop me a perc n I fuck the animals oou
Eat the pussy like a cannibal do
Mesmerized by the way that yu move
Lil mama exquisite
I'm
left means no invite
Oh, no man, I need a holiday, we gon' fly up to the Maldives
Sippin' a daiquiri underlining that I don't please
Accountant is
trust
Yeah, Mama thank you
By the way I never blamed you... for him leaving, living angel
Straight up, I'm thankful
Yeah, thankful
Mama thank you
Bless
and down girl lemme see it jiggle (Yeah)
Now bounce that thang for a real one (A real one)
Now come here lil mama lemme feel sumn' (Yeah)
Now bounce that
Oh mama, please don't worry bout me now
I've been doing just fine here on my own
Well, I found myself a house up by the hill
With clothes out
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
I gotta make mama proud (I gotta make mama proud)
Forever wear the crown
They blinded by my light because they know that I done made it (I done made
get uh
My Mama said she want a Benz
I told her I'll take her to France
Gonna make a milli by the chance
Don't cap on my name you get hands
Please can
much it means
To have you in the picture on our postcard
Holidays in the south is all you know
So, we're headed up north and I hope it snows
I'll
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
through
From my highs to the lows, you were my EQ
I wish every evil man could have seen too
Though they're blind blind by the lies devils feed you
You want
regret
Like can i turn the hands of time
And tell you the best
Im sorry for those times
You felt so unappreciated
Please forgive me for my sins
In all
point on, I say we're on for the night
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
I say, "Please
yeah ee
Welcome to my party my party
Let's get drunk and dirty
Feeling kinda tipsy yeah ee
Every time I step inna the place
Pay attention please
Kwenye vipopo ananichora
Morning tu anjera na tusoda
Am always full maguta nibebwe
Holiday holiday
Oh babe you body Holiday
So please let's play hide
The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Ken Folk
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga,
They Gone Take Lil
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