Holiday
That right there how I got my way
He gone say I'm proud of you bae, hey
But I'm not his bae
I said ok but it's not okay
Don't holler my way
Pardon my French
I don't wanna parlor, okay
Want smoke, bombs away
Got trees inside like a holiday
Walk this way, don't run
DMC in the front
When you see me, its up, okay
Cautious clay, with the one-two step in the club
Got wood for the trunk, okay
This too much small talk
Said he want me to smile but I'm not having fun, okay
Put this thing in park
'Fore he try to put the milk on me like Frosted Flakes
Ho, I am the one you got to talk to
Let the birds chirp like Zazu
Yahoo, put me in the search
Underground no fossil
He going down cuz he want to
Got two boys in my phone that I talk to
They both say I'm the one
I say yup I got chu
Tryna get they hand in the cookie jar
So I had to teach them how to follow through, well
That right there how I got my way
He gone say I'm proud of you bae, hey
But I'm not his bae
I said okay but it's not okay
Don't holler my way
Pardon my French
I don't wanna parlor, okay
Want smoke, bombs away
Got trees inside like a holiday
He gone say I'm proud of you bae, hey
But I'm not his bae
I said ok but it's not okay
Don't holler my way
Pardon my French
I don't wanna parlor, okay
Want smoke, bombs away
Got trees inside like a holiday
Walk this way, don't run
DMC in the front
When you see me, its up, okay
Cautious clay, with the one-two step in the club
Got wood for the trunk, okay
This too much small talk
Said he want me to smile but I'm not having fun, okay
Put this thing in park
'Fore he try to put the milk on me like Frosted Flakes
Ho, I am the one you got to talk to
Let the birds chirp like Zazu
Yahoo, put me in the search
Underground no fossil
He going down cuz he want to
Got two boys in my phone that I talk to
They both say I'm the one
I say yup I got chu
Tryna get they hand in the cookie jar
So I had to teach them how to follow through, well
That right there how I got my way
He gone say I'm proud of you bae, hey
But I'm not his bae
I said okay but it's not okay
Don't holler my way
Pardon my French
I don't wanna parlor, okay
Want smoke, bombs away
Got trees inside like a holiday
Credits
Writer(s): Sina Holwerda, Saxon Warman
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