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Boosie Badazz

Christmas List

 

Christmas List

(album: Savage Holidays - 2018)


[Boosie Badazz:]
Yeah
Playboy on the beat
What up, Lucci, nigga?
We gon' talk on this bitch about how we live for Christmas
What we gon' get our little girls and shit
How we living, you know what I'm sayin'?
Straight up, nigga
Ain't nothing like being able to take care of your people
Look out for motherfuckers
Straight up

[YFN Lucci:]
Ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah
Two Christmas trees and they all flooded (All flooded), yeah
Told Frida Reed ain't no more struggling (No strugglin')
At Christmastime we were teens, shit was all ugly (All ugly)
At Christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (Ropes)
Whole house loaded, plus the kids' accounts loaded (They loaded)
Plus my brother got a kid, so that's a blessing (Yeah, yeah)
Check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey
I don't even know how we gon' sneak in with all these presents (Hell nah)
I don't even know where we gon' begin, this shit here hectic, yeah
And I pray this shit don't never end, this shit a blessing, yeah
I spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (Thang)
Now my daughter, she want Jojo everything (Thang, uh)
And my son, he want PJ Masks (Yeah, hey)
Swooped that PJ with Masks (Yeah, hey)
Almost everything I wanted I had to take, hey (I had to take, hey)
And now y'all got your whole life made (Life made)

[Boosie Badazz:]
I just wanna be with my family for Christmas (Yay, yay)
We gon' ball in Atlanta for Christmas (Yay, yay)
I'm gon' get what they asking for Christmas (Of course, mayne)
My kids live lavish for Christmas, we all gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch, I bought another chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays, we off the chain
Everybody same way, everybody getting paid (Yeah)
Everybody getting paid, everybody Christmas paid (Ayy)
Nigga, I'm gon' get some more guns
Merry Christmas, I'm living like a coke don
Smoke bomb, gon' get fly, dope, the low done
If I die tonight, at least I had fun
Real nigga merry Christmas

[Rich Homie Quan:]
Christmas meant for me we couldn't go to bed, homie (I couldn't)
Only thing I wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (I didn't get it)
We pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (Rest in peace)
I'm lit like candlelight and I'm in that same bag Santa got (On God)
Might celebrate with Boosie, get it popping (Poppin')
I'm stuffing all kinda drugs in my Christmas stocking (Be quiet)
When I was broke my Christmas list was more like window shopping (I swear)
But now I'm up, and yeah, I'm rich, nigga
All my niggas stealing like The Grinch, nigga
Santa better have my shit, nigga, or we gon' wrap him up like a gift nigga
And I been eating good lately, yep, cookies and milk, nigga
Lucci, Boosie, we real niggas in the hood with a real Christmas
Rich Homie, baby

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