Holiday Freak Shit

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[Intro] Holiday freak, holiday freak Holiday freak shit, holiday freak shit, holiday freak shit [Verse 1] I'm in my bed waiting for you sipping Henny with no panties on I'ma splash you with this holy water soon as you get home All this booty on you, you gon' feel like you a freak nig Merry Christmas from your holiday freak bitch Lift my legs up so you can kiss under this mistletoe Get a good angle from your phone, let's make a video Santa baby drive me and make this pussy close He said he likes to eat it 'cause it's sweet like cookie dough [Chorus] We on some holiday freak shit Let's stay up and fuck all weekend Last week we wasn't speaking Got back together on some holiday freak shit We on some holiday freak shit Let's stay up and fuck all weekend Last week we wasn't speaking Got back together on some holiday freak shit [Verse 2] Fireplace burning, I'ma get on it and ride it With just my red bottoms and my jewelry on, fly shit I got my tongue down his throat while I clap it like an audience Got that good-good that builds a real nigga's confidence Back shots, "Jingle Bells" playing in the background Eat it from the back now, throw a hundred racks down I'ma make him cum then tell him his gift is me Face down, ass up under the Christmas Ride it back baby, let's fuck to the replay Don't need to change the music, Siri is the DJ Christmas in the trap, beat it up like a heavyweight 'Cause you know I can take it, take it [Chorus] We on some holiday freak shit Let's stay up and fuck all weekend Last week we wasn't speaking Got back together on some holiday freak shit We on some holiday freak shit Let's stay up and fuck all weekend Last week we wasn't speaking Got back together on some holiday freak shit [Verse 3] Yeah, booty popping on a handstand We smoking like we in Amsterdam Beat it up until the neighbor's call the ambulance Got me flexing on the Gram This pussy like contraband He know I'm a Prada fan Gucci, Louis, Fendi, he gon' cop it when I pop it Merry Christmas to this expensive bitch the way I drop it on that D Got him spending like everyday a holiday He text me this morning he gon' take me to the mall today Holla at the freak, got the wettest of the west Ride it, got him saying "Fuck Mila, you the best" Puffing on this loud, pour some Henny on his chest Sip it up and tell him "Baby. don't cum yet" [Chorus] We on some holiday freak shit Let's stay up and fuck all weekend Last week we wasn't speaking Got back together on some holiday freak shit We on some holiday freak shit Let's stay up and fuck all weekend Last week we wasn't speaking Got back together on some holiday freak shit [Outro] Holiday freak, holiday freak, holiday freak Holiday freak shit, holiday freak shit, holiday freak shit
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Credits
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- Mila J