| Yeah
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| Playboy on the beat
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| What up, Lucci, nigga?
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| We gon' talk on this bitch about how we live for Christmas
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| What we gon' get our little girls and shit
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| How we livin', you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Straight up, nigga
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| Ain’t nothin' like bein' able to take care of your people
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| Look out for motherfuckers
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| Straight up
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah
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| Two Christmas trees and they all flooded (All flooded), yeah
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| Told Frida Reed ain’t no more strugglin' (No strugglin')
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| At Christmastime we were teens, shit was all ugly (All ugly)
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| At Christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (Ropes)
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| Whole house loaded, plus the kids' accounts loaded (They loaded)
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| Plus my brother got a kid, so that’s a blessin' (Yeah, yeah)
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| Check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey
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| I don’t even know how we gon' sneak in with all these presents (Hell nah)
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| I don’t even know where we gon' begin, this shit here hectic, yeah
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| And I pray this shit don’t never end, this shit a blessin', yeah
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| I spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (Thang)
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| Now my daughter, she want Jojo everything (Thang, uh)
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| And my son, he want PJ Masks (Yeah, hey)
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| Swooped that PJ with Masks (Yeah, hey)
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| Almost everything I wanted I had to take, hey (I had to take, hey)
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| And now y’all got your whole life made (Life made)
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| I just wanna be with my family for Christmas (Yay, yay)
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| We gon' ball in Atlanta for Christmas (Yay, yay)
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| I’m gon' get what they askin' for Christmas (Of course, mayne)
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| My kids live lavish for Christmas, we all gang
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch, I bought another chain
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays, we off the chain
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| Everybody same way, everybody gettin' paid (Yeah)
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| Everybody gettin' paid, everybody Christmas paid (Ayy)
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| Nigga, I’m gon' get some more guns
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| Merry Christmas, I’m livin' like a coke don
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| Smoke bomb, gon' get fly, dope, the low done
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| If I die tonight, at least I had fun
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| Real nigga merry Christmas
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| Christmas meant for me we couldn’t go to bed, homie (I couldn’t)
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| Only thing I wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (I didn’t get it)
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| We pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (Rest in peace)
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| I’m lit like candlelight and I’m in that same bag Santa got (On God)
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| Might celebrate with Boosie, get it poppin' (Poppin')
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| I’m stuffin' all kinda drugs in my Christmas stockin' (Be quiet)
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| When I was broke my Christmas list was more like window shoppin' (I swear)
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| But now I’m up, and yeah, I’m rich, nigga
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| All my niggas stealin' like The Grinch, nigga
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| Santa better have my shit, nigga, or we gon' wrap him up like a gift nigga
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| And I been eatin' good lately, yep, cookies and milk, nigga
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| Lucci, Boosie, we real niggas in the hood with a real Christmas
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| Rich Homie, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Christmas List , by - Boosie Badazz. Song from the album Savage Holidays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп