MP3 
(Holiday Season)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Baby, you bad, come to my room
Tell me what time you coming through
Come to my room, baby, you bad
That nigga crying, we got him sad
I'm doing crimes, gettin' a bag
That nigga not with it, that nigga a fag
Hey baby girl won't you come to my room tonight?
I'm fiending for you, tryna see what it do
Can I bite on your neck and then bust on your boobs
Can I put you in check and get your pussy wet tonight
Your man isn't home and my girl with her friends
Let me come pick you up, I pull up in that Benz
You a slut just for me, keep the world out our biz
It ain't like that, we just close, we just friends 'til the end
And you know that I know that you know that you mine
And I'ma play with that pussy like I play with your mind
And my pimpin' is strong, bring your bitch, form a line
Shawty pull up to the club, and skip lines cause' she fine
I peepin' your bitch, she fanned out with her tits I'ma sign
I take her out to the car put dick in her spine
These hoes, music, and drugs, take up all of my time
Yeah
They take up all of my time, yeah
(ayy, ayy)
