my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell J: HOLIDAY
HOLIDAY [Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles
Fordítás: Ruff Ryders. Holiday - Featuring Stílusok.
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in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife [CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles] [Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY [Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell [Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY [Styles
get it sign my name all on that thing girl dont style away lets fly away sincerely this is Holiday
got it going on? All together we belong Fun to be on, that's the truth Lookin' good with a new attitude Turn the party out, time to shine Cheetah style
all the reindeer too, ooh Chanel's decorating, Aqua's got cookies baking Dorinda's wrapping presents for you Oh, you know (The Cheetah Girls way) Be yourself (Have a Cheetah Holiday
zone It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown Shawty in my ear like please take me home Before the next song come on dawg we gone Off to the hotel, motel, the holiday
in the city (Ring-a-ling) Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling, ring, hear them sing Soon it will be Christmas day City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style
) Me killing all of ya, ill premonition, (ew) If I promise paradise in the next life (ah) I turn this rap thing into a holy war, holiday, cut your arm
aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin' a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin' wit the Holiday Styles
Hell of a stink now J A D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin
the hood 'cause I'm dedicated If I was you, I woulda never made it I'm holiday, so I'm celebrated We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that Style's
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus Christ boy, one Yeah, D-Block Styles
lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild Still doin this shit like dude in wild style
