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[intro: westside gunn, dj holiday & dj drama]
h_holiday season
yo, nineteen in the fn, one in the head
sleep good every night, all them n_ggas is dead
holiday season, b_tch
hahahaha, you know who it is, dj holiday
as i sip my pino grigio on you broke ass n_ggas
i was just wondering, did you miss me?

[verse 1: westside gunn & dj holiday]
yo, nineteen in the fn, one in the head (yeah)
sleep good every night, all them n_ggas is dead (good)
“can’t n0body f_ck with me,” n_gga, i said (ah)
h_llcat 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 (brrt, brrt)
came to f_ck your b_tch on the jet, i’m a player (ah)
virgil gave me this, i ain’t even gon’ wear it (uh_uh)
switches make these dirty motherf_ckers get to sprayin’ (brrt, brrt)
n_ggas crawling under cars, seen a couple n_ggas prayin’
still got them sh_ts duck taped, i’m the man (i’m the man)
i could change your life for thirty grand (ah)
all these diamonds on me, they don’t even understand
i’m a eastside n_gga, freddy j with the pan (whip)
seen him on chippewa, sh_t hit the fan (brrt)
then i sped off in a lamb’ with big lan’ (skrrt)
same n_ggas hating, they was fans, they was fans (ah)
hit every house on his block, i ain’t playin’ (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
[interlude: dj holiday & dj drama]
i’m just sayin’, do you hear that?
h_holiday season
you know, it’s some real street sh_t goin’ on
westside gunn
ayo, peezy, get ’em

[verse 2: peezy]
ghetto boyz, we with that gangster sh_t (yeah)
pull up, spank a b_tch
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 (f_ck boy)
might see me out shoppin’ in paris, i’m buying this sh_t, i might not even wear it (for real)
all this rick owen, don’t know what to wear (uh_huh)
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 f_ck me tonight, i’ll take you shopping and pay for your hair”
if i ever send n_ggas to get you, they going up top, they ain’t grazing your lid
when the feds sn_tched me off the plane, i told ’em, “let’s do it, i’m sleepy as h_ll” (no lie)
know some n_ggas was sick that i’m winning, you know and it’s f_ck ’em, i tell ’em get well (n_gga)
my crib so motherf_ckin’ big, i make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (yeah)
they ever get wind ’bout sh_t that we did, we gettin’ the chair (shh)
i put out the word, ain’t n0body spared (uh_huh)
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, n_gga
[outro: dj holiday & peezy]
catch my n_gga in the uk (what’s that? what’s up, n_gga?)
dolce gabbana robe and sh_t (ghetto)
might be with yo’ b_tch
hahaha, holiday season, westside gunn
classic

- westside gunn peezy

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