Savage Holidays - Boosie Badazz

Ooh

Kinda cold in them hideaways

Ain’t nobody die today

Savage holiday

Ooh, it’s kinda cold in them hideaways

Ain’t nobody die today

Savage holiday

Too young, died from the corner store (Ha)

Nigga brought that 'cause he wanted more (Ha)

Now they want get back, left us, gon' hit back

Left them boys in front the store (Ha)

Caught 'em in traffic, did the boy nasty

On some true dog shit

Sprayed everybody like, «Fuck it!»

On some Duval shit (Duval)

This 'fore Thanksgivin', they trippin'

They want blood, not chicken

Only thing on they mental

Kill that nigga 'fore Christmas

Miss Patty just lost her baby last Christmas

(Guess what else, though?)

Her other son, he got eighty last Christmas

Savage holiday (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

Ooh, it’s kinda cold in them hideaways (Kinda cold in them hideaways)

Ain’t nobody die today

I hope you safe and you escape a

Savage holiday (Savage holiday)

When you lose someone you love who you know love Christmas

Savage holiday

When that little thug first get that pistol, savage holiday

Baby mama trippin', men can’t see they baby

And it’s Christmastime (Oh Lord)

That’s enough to drive you crazy

At Christmastime (Oh Lord)

Her nigga fucked her best friend 'round Christmastime

Now she don’t even like that holiday no more, savage

This for Chicago, niggas who get it up like Ralo

This for my niggas in the snow in Milwaukee

New Year’s, looked at the news, two kids

Another mother with a fuckin' savage holiday

No gift gon' make us proud today

Tell me 'bout it

Her other son, he gon' ride today (Ooh)

This happened all

He was finally fuckin' shinin', mayne

Like nigga, he was bossin'

Last year he was rappin'

This year he in a coffin

No merry Christmas

Savage holiday

Ooh, I hope you strapped up in them hideaways

Ooh, kinda cold in them hideaways

No merry Christmas, savage holiday