Freddy Js Westside Gunn & Peezy (Ft. DJ Holiday)
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[Intro: Westside Gunn, DJ Holiday & DJ Drama]
H-Holiday Season
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head
Sleep good every night, all them niggas is dead
Holiday Season, bitch
Hahahaha, you know who it is, DJ Holiday
As I sip my Pino Grigio on you broke ass niggas
I was just wondering, did you miss me?
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & DJ Holiday]
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head (Yeah)
Sleep good every night, all them niggas is dead (Good)
"Can't nobody fuck with me," nigga, I said (Ah)
Hellcat red and the Maybach red (Let's go)
New Rover red and the G-Wagon red (Skrrt)
Few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs (Brrt, brrt)
Came to fuck your bitch on the jet, I'm a player (Ah)
Virgil gave me this, I ain't even gon' wear it (Uh-uh)
Switches make these dirty motherfuckers get to sprayin' (Brrt, brrt)
Niggas crawling under cars, seen a couple niggas prayin'
Still got them shits duck taped, I'm the man (I'm the man)
I could change your life for thirty grand (Ah)
All these diamonds on me, they don't even understand
I'm a Eastside nigga, Freddy J with the pan (Whip)
Seen him on Chippewa, shit hit the fan (Brrt)
Then I sped off in a Lamb' with Big Lan' (Skrrt)
Same niggas hating, they was fans, they was fans (Ah)
Hit every house on his block, I ain't playin' (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
H-Holiday Season
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head
Sleep good every night, all them niggas is dead
Holiday Season, bitch
Hahahaha, you know who it is, DJ Holiday
As I sip my Pino Grigio on you broke ass niggas
I was just wondering, did you miss me?
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & DJ Holiday]
Yo, nineteen in the FN, one in the head (Yeah)
Sleep good every night, all them niggas is dead (Good)
"Can't nobody fuck with me," nigga, I said (Ah)
Hellcat red and the Maybach red (Let's go)
New Rover red and the G-Wagon red (Skrrt)
Few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs (Brrt, brrt)
Came to fuck your bitch on the jet, I'm a player (Ah)
Virgil gave me this, I ain't even gon' wear it (Uh-uh)
Switches make these dirty motherfuckers get to sprayin' (Brrt, brrt)
Niggas crawling under cars, seen a couple niggas prayin'
Still got them shits duck taped, I'm the man (I'm the man)
I could change your life for thirty grand (Ah)
All these diamonds on me, they don't even understand
I'm a Eastside nigga, Freddy J with the pan (Whip)
Seen him on Chippewa, shit hit the fan (Brrt)
Then I sped off in a Lamb' with Big Lan' (Skrrt)
Same niggas hating, they was fans, they was fans (Ah)
Hit every house on his block, I ain't playin' (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
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