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Holiday Season, Holiday Season Babe, babe, babe Baby, you bad, come to my room Tell me what time you comin' through Come to my room, baby, you bad That nigga crying, nigga you sad I'm doin' crimes, getting a bag That nigga not wit' it, that nigga a fag (you ain't know?) Hey baby girl, won't you come to my room tonight? I'm fiendin' for you, tryna see what it do Can I bite on yo' neck and then bust on yo' boobs? Can I put you in check and get yo' pussy wet tonight? Your man isn't home and my girl wit' her friends Lemme come pick you up, I pull up in that Benz You a slut just for me, keep the world out our biz' And like that, we just closer than friends 'til the end And you know that I know that you know that you're lying And I'ma play with that pussy like I play wit' yo' mind I'm a pimp with this charm bring your bitch, form a line (ayy, ayy) Shawty pull up to the club and sip blood 'cause she fine I'm peeping your bitch, she fanned out, wit' her tits I'ma sign I took her out to the car and put dick in her spine (yeah, yeah, yeah) These hoes, music, and drugs take up all of my time (yeah) All of my time, yeah (let's go, let's go) (Aye, aye)