Lyrics:
back home
See my cockapoo, I know he's all alone
He's only nine months old
I'm sure he's missed me
I get back, looking tired
It's midnight out by
down (knock, knock, knock)
Ayy, deaf addict
My mathematics you can't add up
So tragic, my baggage comes with no back up
Breakin' patterns like
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
Ooooooo
I've been travelin
On this road to long dead &gone t.i & j.t
Just trying to find
My way back home BUT
The old me
Is dead and gone
Dead
Holiday Going on a holiday,
From L.A. down to Mexico.
Anywhere along the way
Could be somewhere that I should go.
Packing all my precious toys,
done
And you never got to see me
Back at number one
I wish that you was here to celebrate together
I wish that we can spend the holidays together
I
"Bah, humbug!" no, that's too strong
'Cause it is my favorite holiday
But all this year's been a busy blur
Don't think I have the energy
To add
and fuck, Diana Ross
Shut the fuck up, old bitch! Slim THUG is the BOSS (BOSS)
J. Prince the Godfather, DJ Screw is the King
Bought my dick, a Cadillac,
Newcomer
(I want it back)
A transformed skyline
aliens take the lead
my home veiled by
layers of violent green
I miss my years of reign so bad
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
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
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
on holiday every day
Come on see
No stopping me
Yeah I'm About my p
That’s why they call me p
Since a young teen
Had big dreams
Then Fell off
Now Back
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
bump in the back
Sometimes my rap with a body, back
Every click in the club, our side ain't jokin'
In the parking lot, I toke we smokin'
And we smash
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,
marshmallows
What I needed
Sit back relax
While we Let It Snow
Chilling by the fire while we blow the smoke
It only come round once a year
So I won’t let it go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin' bimbo
So quit knockin' at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
and back
I found my song
He found his song
If he could just find Mimi
I tried, you know I tried
Fade in on Mark
Who's still in the dark
But he's
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
county line
We can't let them take us down
I wanna be high for the holidays
Find me in a blizzard getting blazed
Taking me back to my high school days
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