Letra de Happy Holiday - 3200 Tre & RMC Mike

(Feat. RMC Mike)

Bitch it's 30 oh

(SLAJIDI, turn me up)

in a box, happy holliday

I'm finna get them bitches gone, I told them

You want them bitches right now, then what you tryna pay?

Freaky bitch, love to suck my dick while I'm counting pape

I got every rack on me, I took them out the safe

If the club ain't tryna pay, I can't come out today

I'm tryna drink an 8 today, I'm just an ounce away

Your trap ain't shit, if it ain't breaking down a pound a day

If you want it, you can get it, bitch, it's up to you

I need a hundred for these

You gotta bring the cash now, I'm not fronting you

Just know it's a blick around if I'm comfortable

I don't fall in love with fans, I be fuckin' them

Face card good everywhere, so I'm comfortable

You waitin' on your first hunnid, K, well I be touchin' him

Hit him in his face, he didn't die, but he a vegetable

I guess I did my job

I ain't tryna fuck you cause you cute, bitch, I deal with vibes

Grew up with some real gangsta niggas, like to steal and rob

I spent forty on the watch just to kill some time

I hate some shit I wasn't supposed to, why this bump comin'?

This bitch shoot a little faster, it got that one button

Fuck how you feel, I can't respect you till you done somethin'

I ain't never seen the M or touched the M, but I feel one comin'

I don't just be gettin' watched, I get likes too

All the shit you think I don't got, might do

I'm reppin' real money, counter and mine too

If you solid with some motion, we might sign you

I hit him with the pistol, but I fight too

I like my eggs a little runny, it's delightful

Might trick a little bit if I like

I know you ain't the only one going she got a price to

Cut straight into a bitch like what it's costing

I'm only here for one night. Don't do this often

Doing 160 in the care almost lost

Street nigga treat the trap like an office

I've never seen a dog before with his paw prints

I'm trying to find some purple rain. I'm finna call Prince

I'm here busting down a brick. I'm getting nauseous

My brother always busy. I'll never call him

Huh? It's a thousand bucks

Bitch, I ain't goin' back to court I'm not the type to argue with you I ain't goin' back and forth

I ain't never had no pet I'ma go and grab a horse

I'm like 50 with this power I ain't never had to force him

Come on, bitch Yeah, that wasn't Mike either, Come on

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