Composer : Luci4

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 n***a crying, n***a you sad

I'm doin' crimes, getting a bag

That n***a not wit'it, that n***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 l bite on yoʻneck and then bust on yo' boobs?

Canl put you in check and get yo' p***y wet 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 p***y like l 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 tits I'ma sign

I took her out to the car and put d**k in her spine (yeah, yeah, yeah)

These hoes, music, and drugs take up all of my time (yeah)

All of my time, yeah (let's go, let's go)

(Aye, aye)