Lyrics:
I said
Lets make some magic this holiday baby
Now we see a little bit of st nick coming over the chimneys to tell us were rich
But I don't know if
holiday
Everyday a struggle we don't see no holiday nigga
I swear to God I've been depressed all my life
Never had a father only had a mom in my life
You
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Everybody's on the run
They don't believe in acting young
You know it's always, always good
When I'm with you
In the night we will roll the dice
By the fire
'round 'pon your block
Nuh bother feel say we won't spray (like an aerosol can)
We ah go smile pon court day
Because we beat murder charge like O.J
Gold chain and some J's like Nas in Illmatic
I'm so real, I'm something to feel, peel fabric
My folks kill, they hunt every meal, meat cabbage
fuck who don't like
An-an-and bitch, we GBE, we just go on sight (GBE baby)
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (nah)
A snitch nigga, that's
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
of my shit
Me and this music, we go together
Pb&J
Pb&J
Just like Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
I need that food for the fam, if you talking that bread
I’ll be there
don't know what you're talking about
And I'm distracted by the gymnastics up in your mouth
Truthfully it's not you, it's me
'Cause you're the moon that
heart, stop being overjoyed
Remember you were once destroyed
By Mathilde, who's come back to me
Fellas, please don't go away
Tell me that I mustn't
you have one more drink
We're all liable to sink
If you have all I can say
Is have a happy holiday
And don't come back without a tan
Especially
Margiela, Dior, what have you, partake
And the Jordans is the sixers
Y’all don’t see, I be, Gemini
L, G, Hip Hop, rock, K
Yeah, Jay, uh, LA, J Brown, ta ta
blue
And don't trip cause I feel it too
Yeah you know
So deep
I'm so into you
Watching movies
Sipping gin and juice
On the holidays
It's the holidays
You
he knows where he was standin'
When J.F.K was shot
Chances are though time's passed him by
He's still standing within yards of that spot
So if
go, I go, I go get it
And I don't play
Rolling Kush, pop bottles of that Rosay
From Atlanta, fresh pare of Chuck Tay
And care less what the rest
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go
off, what for ?
I can make it
I can wake 'em all up
Imma wake it
But
Don't you let it go
I wanna see you make it low
Strike like a tarantula wasted
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my
This is hip hop, it go clip pop
It hit 'em if ya hit me, the clip pop, it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie, we get' em oh
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go
(D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas (Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come on
Kiss name known, matter
floatin' by
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, let's go up
Baby, yeah we can go up
Feelin' just don't stop it now
Niggas tryna
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