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Jet2Holiday
646
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jet2Holiday was released on December 12, 2025 by Enphamus Music LLC under exclusive license to ONErpm as a part of the album Jet2Holiday - Single
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Release DateDecember 12, 2025
LabelEnphamus Music LLC under exclusive license to ONErpm
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enphamus
Enphamus
Vocals, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Knoah Franklin
Knoah Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Enphamus
Enphamus
Executive Producer

Lyrics

She said she want me to home her, told that bitch, "I ain't your daddy"
These hoes be thinkin' they Marge, treat 'em like Maggie and feed 'em my paci'
John Cena, I pop out Jordans with the Ricky shoes, still ready for madness
Got somethin' for a bad bitch with a attitude, slam her through the mattress
Everybody can't get in them cars, everybody can't handle the button
'Cause you give the right **** some queso, he might go and tell on his son
I don't really even think you've been seasick, I don't really even think you the sponge
Ten milli', I'm givin' out headshots, everybody can't handle the don
Every day it's a Jet2Holiday, 'cause somebody pussy gettin' beat down
NYC bitch wanna be my ball like Kat, I brought in a rebound
I'm not Wild Bill, you **** be livin' with rats but this ain't The Green Mile
I'm not Matt Ryan, I got the A on my back, I ain't lettin' my team down
Y'all better go give me a Grammy, eventually I'ma go gospel
Gon' tell my great-grandkids I was shootin' **** 'fore I came an imposter
We twenty-four hours, get you a bag or two, it'll come with a waffle
My shit so water, look at the VV's, might gotta buy you some goggles
Sippin' on codeine, long live Zach, my twin, my shooter, he Kobe, tuh
Please don't follow my car, I kill me a **** like Marion Moseby, bruh
Fuck to the flow then dip, she want me to lay up like Manu Ginóbili, fuck
Micro shoot out your motherfuckin' window, you better go download Adobe, cuh
I knew the summer was over, the fall came in, I pulled up Maybach
You ain't really havin' no drink, I'm knowin' my **** just sold you some fake Act'
Told you before, if you owin' me shit, I'm collectin' your shit like state tax
Bitch, you really believe that I'm finna stay with a ho without nowhere to stay at?
She said she want me to home her, told that bitch, "I ain't your daddy"
These hoes be thinkin' they Marge, treat 'em like Maggie and feed 'em a paci'
John Cena, I pop out Jordans with the Ricky shoes, still ready for madness
Got somethin' for a bad bitch with a attitude, slam her through the mattress
Everybody can't get in them cars, everybody can't handle the button
'Cause you give the right **** some queso, he might go and tell on his son
I don't really even think you've been seasick, I don't really even think you the sponge
Ten milli', I'm givin' out headshots, everybody can't handle the don
Every day it's a Jet2Holiday, 'cause somebody pussy gettin' beat down
NYC bitch wanna be my ball like Kat, I brought in a rebound
I'm not Wild Bill, you **** be livin' with rats but this ain't The Green Mile
I'm not Matt Ryan, I got the A on my back, I ain't lettin' my team down
You **** know everything I touch turn to fuckin' gold, ****
And a **** can't be my twin, 'cause this shit done happened again
I'm tellin' you
Bitch, I pulled up camel, Mansa Musa in the flesh, go
Written by: Knoah Franklin
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