Freddy Js (feat. DJ Holiday)

Holiday Season

Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head

Sleep good every night, all them **** is dead

Holiday Season, bitch

You know who it is, DJ Holiday

As I sip my Pino Grigio on you broke ass ****

I was just wondering, did you miss me?

Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head (Yeah)

Sleep good every night, all them **** is dead (Good)

"Can't nobody fuck with me," ****, I said

Hellcat red and the Maybach red (Let's go)

New Rover red and the G-Wagon red (Skrrt)

Few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs

Came to fuck your bitch on the jet, I'm a player

Virgil gave me this, I ain't even gon' wear it (Uh-uh)

Switches make these dirty motherfuckers get to sprayin'

**** crawling under cars, seen a couple **** prayin'

Still got them shits duck taped, I'm the man (I'm the man)

I could change your life for thirty grand

All these diamonds on me, they don't even understand

I'm a Eastside ****, Freddy J with the pan (Whip)

Seen him on Chippewa, shit hit the fan (Brrt)

Then I sped off in a Lamb' with Big Lan' (Skrrt)

Same **** hating, they was fans, they was fans

Hit every house on his block, I ain't playin' (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

I'm just sayin', do you hear that?

Holiday Season

You know, it's some real street shit goin' on

Westside Gunn

Ayo, Peezy, get 'em

Ghetto Boyz, we with that gangster shit (Yeah)

Pull up, spank a bitch

Might just slime you out, need a handkerchief (Yeah)

They come when you least expect it, you gotta be thinkin' quick

I'm out here chasin' my dreams

I came a long way, I was chasing fiends (Yeah, I got him right here)

You and me in a different league, my pants is K, these Chrome Heart jeans (Fuck boy)

Might see me out shoppin' in Paris, I'm buying this shit, I might not even wear it (For real)

All this Rick Owen, don't know what to wear (Uh-uh)

I'm not wearing Amiri, got too many pairs (Yeah)

The room I'm at is a thousand a night

Gotta call security to get upstairs

Told my ho, "If you fuck me tonight, I'll take you shopping and pay for your hair"

If I ever send **** to get you, they going up top, they ain't grazing your lid

When the feds snatched me off the plane, I told 'em, "Let's do it, I'm sleepy as hell" (No lie)

Know some **** was sick that I'm winning, you know and it's fuck 'em, I tell 'em get well (****)

My crib so motherfuckin' big, I make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (Yeah)

They ever get wind 'bout shit that we did, we gettin' the chair

I put out the word, ain't nobody spared (Uh-uh)

He blow off your head then cut off his dreads (I cut off his dreads)

I come from nothing to somethin', I hold my wrist in the air, I'm celebratin' (Yeah)

Call that ghetto elevation (Yeah)

I got rich, no education, ****

Catch my **** in the UK (What's that? What's up, ****?)

Dolce Gabbana robe and shit (Ghetto)

Might be with yo' bitch

Holiday Season, Westside Gunn

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