| This Christmas
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| I’ma send this out to my niggas locked up
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| My niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC, out in Angola
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| My niggas in the fed joint
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| (Won't be like the others)
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| I know you’re prayin', nigga, straight up
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| This Christmas won’t be like the others (Won't be like the others)
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| Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs)
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| But it won’t be the same at all (Why?)
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| 'Cause I done let my people down
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| Prison walls, they closin' in (In)
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| Try my best to shed no tears (None)
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| But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas
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| They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby)
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| Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time
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| And it’s niggas on the street, they barely pick up the line
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| His dawg who ridin' with him for real, he fightin' a dime
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| This the life and times
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| Don’t get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (Real crash)
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| And he got some niggas gon' listen to him, who’ll crash for him
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| Last year he was ballin', know he the name all them hoes was callin' for
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| Got his time, now they doggin' woe, he sleep on 'signment so
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| We both look out the window as the Christmas carol jingle (Man)
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| Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (What up, girl?), and tangle
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| (Tangle)
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| It’s Christmas time, so girl don’t be no stranger
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| God like this was what you get for bein' a gangster (Gangster)
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| (That's cold, you heard me?)
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| This Christmas won’t be like the others (Won't be like the others)
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| Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs)
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| But it won’t be the same at all (Won't be the same at all)
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| 'Cause I done let my people down
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| Prison walls, they closin' in (In)
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| Try my best to shed no tears (Man)
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| But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas
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| It got some people ain’t gon' get much for Christmas, huh
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| It got some people ain’t gon' get nothin' for Christmas, Lord
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| I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (I need the weed for Christmas)
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| Two niggas on side me ain’t even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord)
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| So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my bitch
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| Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick
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| Push-ups when I jump out that bitch
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| After that, go chop it up with the clique
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| I got the tooly, you know it’s gon' hit
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| Yeah, I got the tooly, you know it’s gon' hit
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| But I’d rather a bitch who taste just like a tuna
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| Open the mail, it’s a letter from Ruger
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| We both on a body, they say he my shooter
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| I’m tellin' them how these lil' hoes
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| They been runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up
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| Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler
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| Chains on my neck like I got me a jeweler
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| Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie
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| And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it
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| This shit fucked up
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| This Christmas won’t be like the others (This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30
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| years and shit, ain’t got no outdate)
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| Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, niggas in Angola,
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| C-Murder)
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| But it won’t be the same at all (Niggas in San Quentin)
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| 'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds,
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| free Flava)
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| Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas)
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| Try my best to shed no tears (Niggas down the road)
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| But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my niggas down the
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| road, nigga, yeah)
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| Hold your head, nigga
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| Don’t get a visit, he ready to crash
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| Hold your head, nigga
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| Work on your case if you go to the bed
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| Savage Holidays (Hold your head, Lil Titan)
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| You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Christmas , by - Boosie Badazz. Song from the album Savage Holidays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп