Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Christmas, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song Savage Holidays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.02.2019
Record label: Badazz Music Syndicate
Song language: English
This Christmas |
This Christmas |
I’ma send this out to my niggas locked up |
My niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC, out in Angola |
My niggas in the fed joint |
(Won't be like the others) |
I know you’re prayin', nigga, straight up |
This Christmas won’t be like the others (Won't be like the others) |
Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) |
But it won’t be the same at all (Why?) |
'Cause I done let my people down |
Prison walls, they closin' in (In) |
Try my best to shed no tears (None) |
But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas |
They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby) |
Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time |
And it’s niggas on the street, they barely pick up the line |
His dawg who ridin' with him for real, he fightin' a dime |
This the life and times |
Don’t get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (Real crash) |
And he got some niggas gon' listen to him, who’ll crash for him |
Last year he was ballin', know he the name all them hoes was callin' for |
Got his time, now they doggin' woe, he sleep on 'signment so |
We both look out the window as the Christmas carol jingle (Man) |
Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (What up, girl?), and tangle |
(Tangle) |
It’s Christmas time, so girl don’t be no stranger |
God like this was what you get for bein' a gangster (Gangster) |
(That's cold, you heard me?) |
This Christmas won’t be like the others (Won't be like the others) |
Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) |
But it won’t be the same at all (Won't be the same at all) |
'Cause I done let my people down |
Prison walls, they closin' in (In) |
Try my best to shed no tears (Man) |
But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas |
It got some people ain’t gon' get much for Christmas, huh |
It got some people ain’t gon' get nothin' for Christmas, Lord |
I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (I need the weed for Christmas) |
Two niggas on side me ain’t even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord) |
So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my bitch |
Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick |
Push-ups when I jump out that bitch |
After that, go chop it up with the clique |
I got the tooly, you know it’s gon' hit |
Yeah, I got the tooly, you know it’s gon' hit |
But I’d rather a bitch who taste just like a tuna |
Open the mail, it’s a letter from Ruger |
We both on a body, they say he my shooter |
I’m tellin' them how these lil' hoes |
They been runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up |
Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler |
Chains on my neck like I got me a jeweler |
Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie |
And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it |
This shit fucked up |
This Christmas won’t be like the others (This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30 |
years and shit, ain’t got no outdate) |
Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, niggas in Angola, |
C-Murder) |
But it won’t be the same at all (Niggas in San Quentin) |
'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds, |
free Flava) |
Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas) |
Try my best to shed no tears (Niggas down the road) |
But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my niggas down the |
road, nigga, yeah) |
Hold your head, nigga |
Don’t get a visit, he ready to crash |
Hold your head, nigga |
Work on your case if you go to the bed |
Savage Holidays (Hold your head, Lil Titan) |
You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for real |