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letra de back again - cityboy! (dc)

oh it’s holiday season n-gga (b-tch)
its about scary for this summer my n-gga
[?] dj holiday
glime season n-gga, y’all ready?
the apple store ain’t safe when johnny around
t-t-t-t-the commission
we got your b-tch in the 2 seater, asking to hear this sh-t
it’s glime season
you know what time it is, we don’t sleep
what’s up india?
hol- ho- hol- ho- hol- holiday season
dj holiday, my n-gga johnny, talk your sh-t
oh it’s holiday season n-gga
b-tch
it’s glime season

[verse 1]
back again, thought i was gone but i’m repackaging (b-tch)
recycling, all these lil’ baggies i might just serve again
the biggest rolex on my f-cking arm this the biggest [?]
all i do is win, feel like t-pain back up in 26 [?]
walking down the highway i swear i don’t never get no rеst
i went and bought my b-tch some br–sts, bad b-tch sitting to thе left
bad b-tch sitting to the right, i ain’t go no time to fight
i can’t be [?], i’m sipping on this f-cking dirty sprite
if she don’t like my n-ggas, i swear i’ll leave her ass tonight
if the police turn their lights on, i’m gon’ drive until i’m out of sight
it’s glime season

[verse 2]
back again, yeah i never left but i’m still back again
[?], yeah boy i swear i just back it in
the pack came in, imma just roll it until my chest cave in
i tell ’em bring it in, like my team in huddles and we ’bout to win
’bout to win, balling in new york, i feel like jeremy lynn
i’m counting yen, all my jeans j-panese you can ask my friends
i ain’t got no friends, all my friends dead, yeah my pockets won’t bend
she ask me where i been, i’m all over man just like an immigrant

[outro: dj holiday]
employees only
it’s holiday season b-tch
this sh-t global now
t-t-t-t-the commission
oh don’t prepare now
it’s over

- cityboy dc

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