Holiday
I want a lotta shit
Like it's a holiday
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I want a lotta shit
Like it's a holiday
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Snow-white type vibes
Frozen like the chick who manipulates ice
I been chilling in the cut getting ready for the lights, camera, action
Paparazzi standing outside
I been feeling cooped up, rather feel fly
Special occasion type of attire
Presence a gift like my life's Christmas
And I'm on everybody's wish list of desires
Giving out XO's, XO's
Making sure the love goes round to these hoes
Who been hating from a distance, still tryna get close
'Cause my future's so bright it's kinda overexposed
I don't gotta front for the fam or the foes
Ain't a red nose, but I got a red nose when nobody else knows where they're going
The top just the plot when it thickens the dough that we rollin' in like it's snowing and
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I'm so jolly (jolly) and glee
Pardon my fuck-ups, but I'm doing me
And my make can't be modeled by no one my G
I attract commas, the mantra fell off from the drama
More time for the family tree, the money and me
Winter blues playing until I start fucking with keys
I roll up my sleeves and lay up with the angels that watch over me (watch over me)
Leaving my print in the snow with the pee (snow with the pee)
Bitch, I'm so number one, you can't imagine the number I'd be if I wasn't one
Call the North Pole 'cause my gift should be wrapped
And shipped throughout the world for the love of it
Rarest shit ever, you'd think it was smuggled in
Ethernet type of connection, no buffering
Layla Khepri, if you wondering?
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
Like it's a holiday
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I want a lotta shit
Like it's a holiday
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Snow-white type vibes
Frozen like the chick who manipulates ice
I been chilling in the cut getting ready for the lights, camera, action
Paparazzi standing outside
I been feeling cooped up, rather feel fly
Special occasion type of attire
Presence a gift like my life's Christmas
And I'm on everybody's wish list of desires
Giving out XO's, XO's
Making sure the love goes round to these hoes
Who been hating from a distance, still tryna get close
'Cause my future's so bright it's kinda overexposed
I don't gotta front for the fam or the foes
Ain't a red nose, but I got a red nose when nobody else knows where they're going
The top just the plot when it thickens the dough that we rollin' in like it's snowing and
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I'm so jolly (jolly) and glee
Pardon my fuck-ups, but I'm doing me
And my make can't be modeled by no one my G
I attract commas, the mantra fell off from the drama
More time for the family tree, the money and me
Winter blues playing until I start fucking with keys
I roll up my sleeves and lay up with the angels that watch over me (watch over me)
Leaving my print in the snow with the pee (snow with the pee)
Bitch, I'm so number one, you can't imagine the number I'd be if I wasn't one
Call the North Pole 'cause my gift should be wrapped
And shipped throughout the world for the love of it
Rarest shit ever, you'd think it was smuggled in
Ethernet type of connection, no buffering
Layla Khepri, if you wondering?
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
I want a lotta shit (I want a lotta shit)
Like it's a holiday (like it's a holiday)
Christmas to be exact (yeah, yeah)
I want the tree, yeah, I want the tree, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
I want a sleigh with the bag, yeah
Like it's a holiday
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Marissa Ashley Arguijo
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