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lil nesley - holiday lyrics

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[verse 1: payday]
f+ck a foreign
kawasaki roarin′
3 trap phones
i don’t even really need em′

ice cream cones, on my wrist
no i don’t eat em’
shawty brought her kids to dinner
so i had to beat em′

i do what i wanna
i ain′t even got a reason
neck so cold
and my wrist stay freezin’

this my universe and
i got gems like steven
let that uzi burst
bullets snowin′ tis the season

shawty put the snow up
in her nose like fun dip
boy i promise i ain’t never
really been a bum b+tch
i just get the bans, get the bans
and i run it
i just get the bans, get the bans
and i run it

shawty put the snow up
in her nose like fun dip
boy i promise i ain′t never
really been a bum b+tch

i just get the bans, get the bands
and i run it
i just get the bans, get the bands
and i run it

[verse 2: lil nesley]
ay

in the kitchen eating pasta
i don’t go to bed unless
homies getting head
yeah we running from the feds

yeah we running and we lost uh
forget that, we dead, so we
chilling with the raza
with the raza
yeah we eating pasta
with the raza

glock gon′ leave you dead
rest in peace
mac 11 make you go
mac 11 make you

race, race
choppa make you dace
laser to ya face
heat like easy bake

i’m skinny like a rake, and you
frosted so i flake you
watch you dance like you the joker
lady gaga, playing poker

polka dot
on your head
that means move
or else you’re dead

shootas come at you like vultures
told ya, “you ain′t with the culture”
castle crash that b+tch i fulp her
origami i unfold her
took her tampon, i just trolled her
throw you off a rollercoaster

- lil nesley lyrics

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