Lyrics:
a sound of hah, hah, hah
I makes a sound of ih, ih, ih
J makes a sound of jah, jah, jah
K makes a sound of kah, kah, kah
L makes a sound of lah, lah, lah
a sound of hah, hah, hah
I makes a sound of ih, ih, ih
J makes a sound of jah, jah, jah
K makes a sound of kah, kah, kah
L makes a sound of lah, lah, lah
this day
We are a peaceful people
So don't be talking that ra-ra
Call my mama side they fuck around and go (Blaw blaw)
My brother's by my side
Smoking
your hearing’s mixed with the fates of Nixon, Donner, and Blitzen (and all the Holiday fixings)
Negro champion sounds, that's soul by the pound
Past
station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I don't
let the time pass
Everyday is a holiday, so I gotta make sure that I still get paid
Never work for free, no cashing out with me
When I pull up it's
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
it together and make it epic
An epic time to spread that love and joy
Even while the kids are playin' with their new toys
The holiday season goes
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
the snowflakes fall
But I'm not feeling glad at all
This holiday is not the same
Without you by my side
I'll still try to force a smile
Just hope I make it
uh, look, yo
She calling me handsome
Please stop pretending
J Hus butters fam, I never been a pengting
We used to be dargs, fuck that
I refuse to know
the music program?
(D.J., D.J.)
Who's the man that will make you dance?
(D.J., D.J.)
Who's the one that plays favorite songs?
(D.J., D.J.)
Say play that
holidays are bad, right?
Maybe we could pick & choose
Keep the good, the bad we lose
Put our heads together, we can make up something better
Lets make
niggaz think they originatin
My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays
We got
Wish we were chilling on a summer day
Being together, not miles away
That's what I call a holiday
But I guess it's not today
Wish we were chilling
I can never lose
Chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I
Just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that
Money like the jews
every night I lie awake, shit every day's the same thing
And that's what makes Christmas feel not as special
I keep feelin like my life is sinkin' down
government
Bang, bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
But all I think of is love 'round the holidays
Is heart and soul enough for this gift exchange?
What it is that makes me blue could be fixed if there
government
Bang, bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
rats are that enamored by mouse traps
I'm betting if you knew exactly what they were selling you
I'm guessing that you'd prolly think twice about that
danger at night is never a good look
Holiday times should be about magic, see
Pretty whack that you're tryina make them about tragedy
There's already
to defend this shit. It's hard, man. It's hard...
But if the beats alright, she gone dance all night
He got two 15s that make that bass kick hype
Why
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