Holiday Season, Holiday Season
Babe, babe, babe
Baby, you bad, come to my room
Tell me what time you comin' through
Come to my room, baby, you bad
That ni**a crying, ni**a you sad
I'm doin' crimes, getting a bag That ni**a not wit' it, that ni**a a fag (you ain't know?)
Hey baby girl, won't you come to my room tonight?
I'm fiendin' for you, tryna see what it do
Can I bite on yo neck and then bust on yo' b**bs?
Can I put you in check and get yo' pu**y w*t tonight?
Your man isn't home and my girl wit' her friends
Lemme come pick you up, I pull up in that Benz
You a s**t just for me, keep the world out our biz'
And like that, we just closer than friends 'til the end
And you know that I know that you know that you're lying
And I'ma play with that pu**y like I play wit' yo' mind
I'm a pimp with this charm bring your b**ch, form a line (ayy, ayy)
Shawty pull up to the club and sip blood 'cause she fine
I'm peeping your b**ch, she fanned out, wit' her t*ts l'ma sign
I took her out to the car and put d**k in her spine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
These h*es, music, and d**gs take up all of my time (yeah)
All of my time, yeah (let's go, let's go)
(Aye, aye)
