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J Holiday The Way It Was

, never mind who the best is (might as well) They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga) 'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it Even if you was

to be, holidays With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em But some consciencely, running these streets, living constantly It's costing me, way

If hip-hop was dead Bitch I just brought it back Take it to the off I'm a take it, take it off I'm a take it in the club Then we take it to the loft

we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?) So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?! Bring it, I'm closin' now shut

of bags of presents, he had bags of dildo's. I pulled down his beard and it was a monster. it wasn't saint nick it was a fuckin imposter. when we

Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to daz Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak It

] I love it (I love it) You love it (you love it) Everytime (everytime) we touching (we touching) I want it (I want it) You want it (You want it) I'll

to be, holidays With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em But some consciencely, running these streets, living constantly It's costing me, way

of bags of presents, he had bags of dildo's. I pulled down his beard and it was a monster. it wasn't saint nick it was a fuckin imposter. when we