Happy Holidays

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The R-Word

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Entertainin yo bullshit for the last time the last time
Turnin up this bottle take the last shot the last shot
Mixin this concoction every sip get a nigga closer to the coffin
Every time I think about the bitch I lost it
Runnin in and out of random hoes cause my pride took a hit now
And I don’t even know her name her name
But she willin to play my game my game
Claim to fame how the bitch do the lap dance
Like it slapped on her ass wit a back hand
Always play it how it go she don’t ever have a plan she don’t ever have a plan
If she dies she said she wanna be buried six feet in black sand six feet in black sand
Woulda thought we were fallin in love
Nigga bout to hit it in the back of this club
And I don’t care to know her name her name
Just dumped my bitch so what’s your claim to fame uhh
Had me goin when she busted out the lap dance
She was thick almost shook it out her pants
See the lies in your eyes nigga bout to take a chance
Took the magnum out my pocket then she slapped it out my hands oh no
Bitch raw dog it
Know that I should go
Put it all on the table
Let the dice roll
And I don’t care to know her name her name
And I don’t even know it
Claim to fame how the bitch do the lap dance
Like it slapped on her ass wit a back hand
Always play it how it go she don’t ever have a plan she don’t ever have a plan
If she dies she said she wanna be buried six feet in black sand
If she dies she said she wanna be buried six feet in black sand
Woulda thought we were fallin in love fallin in love
Beatin up the pussy in the back of this club uhh
Yea yea yea yea
Ayea ayea
Uhh
Had my lips on her neck back pressed to the wall pressed to the wall
Off umpteen shots spent a rack at the bar rack at the bar
Bout to tear it down again when we get to the car
When we go our separate ways I ain’t hittin you tomorrow
Damn shame damn shame
Damn shame damn shame
You know my game know my game
Play it the same you play it the same
Can’t get you off of my brain
And I don’t even know your name
What’s yo name ayea
Uhh
It was an angel I could tell by the look of her face
She need wyatt earp well bitch it’s doc holiday

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