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lirik lagu boosie badazz - christmas list

[intro: boosie badazz]
yeah
playboy on the beat
what up, lucci, n-gga?
we gon’ talk on this b-tch about how we live for christmas
what we gon’ get our little girls and sh-t
how we livin’, you know what i’m sayin’?
straight up, n-gga
ain’t nothin’ like bein’ able to take care of your people
look out for motherf-ckers
straight up

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah
two christmas trees and they all flooded (all flooded), yeah
told frida reed ain’t no more strugglin’ (no strugglin’)
at christmastime we were teens, sh-t was all ugly (all ugly)
at christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (ropes)
whole house loaded, plus the kids’ accounts loaded (they loaded)
plus my brother got a kid, so that’s a blessin’ (yeah, yeah)
check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey
i don’t even know how we gon’ sneak in with all these presents (h-ll nah)
i don’t even know where we gon’ begin, this sh-t here hectic, yeah
and i pray this sh-t don’t never end, this sh-t a blessin’, yeah
i spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (thang)
now my daughter, she want jojo everything (thang, uh)
and my son, he want pj masks (yeah, hey)
swooped that pj with masks (yeah, hey)
almost everything i wanted i had to take, hey (i had to take, hey)
and now y’all got your whole life made (life made)

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
i just wanna be with my family for christmas (yay, yay)
we gon’ ball in atlanta for christmas (yay, yay)
i’m gon’ get what they askin’ for christmas (of course, mayne)
my kids live lavish for christmas, we all gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, b-tch, i bought another chain
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays, we off the chain
everybody same way, everybody gettin’ paid (yeah)
everybody gettin’ paid, everybody christmas paid (ayy)
n-gga, i’m gon’ get some more guns
merry christmas, i’m livin’ like a c0ke don
smoke bomb, gon’ get fly, dope, the low done
if i die tonight, at least i had fun
real n-gga merry christmas

[verse 3: rich homie quan]
christmas meant for me we couldn’t go to bed, homie (i couldn’t)
only thing i wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (i didn’t get it)
we pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (rest in peace)
i’m lit like candlelight and i’m in that same bag santa got (on god)
might celebrate with boosie, get it poppin’ (poppin’)
i’m stuffin’ all kinda drugs in my christmas stockin’ (be quiet)
when i was broke my christmas list was more like window shoppin’ (i swear)
but now i’m up, and yeah, i’m rich, n-gga
all my n-ggas stealin’ like the grinch, n-gga
santa better have my sh-t, n-gga, or we gon’ wrap him up like a gift n-gga
and i been eatin’ good lately, yep, cookies and milk, n-gga
lucci, boosie, we real n-ggas in the hood with a real christmas
rich homie, baby

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