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letra de a ryda holiday - psychopathic rydas

[intro: bullet]
rydas in this m-th-f-cka
the holidays? sh-t, that means 12 days of f-ck you
rydas fo’ life

[verse 1: lil shank]
yo, santa better bring me indo and 3 clips
or i’ma smash his pearly whites to the front of his f-ckin’ lips
i’m a ryda b-tch, stray [?] in the blocks
took his clothes, car, audio, i know this sh-t rock (whoop whoop)
lil shank be the illest christmas i rack
wit’ the red and green bandanas, and mistletoe sack (uh)
i’ma smoke another blunt, for the thugs dealin’ this (yay yay)
’cause we takin’ what we want, f-ck the christmas list (yeah)
[verse 2: foe foe]
everyday is christmas, where the f-ck i’m from
if i want it i’ma take it always usin’ a gun (foe foe)
gone off eggnog and high as f-ck
i caught santa claus slippin’ so i shot him like what
rudolph start trippin’ so i shot his ass too (blow)
one quick shot to the head, right through
now i’m sittin’ in a sleigh, gettin’ f-cked up with elves (yeah)
and that’s a ryder christmas story i wanna tell (yeah)

[interlude: cell block, lil shank, mall santa]
who in the f-ck is this m-th-f-cka right here?
h-llo little boy! ho ho ho!
‘ey what the f-ck you call my homie?
-gunshots-
ohh, dear god

[chorus: foe foe, lil shank, cell block]
rydas don’t celebrate the holidays
so all you ho ho hoes
can kiss the 12 gauge
i’ma rob you for your sh-t, i’ma rob you for your sh-t
i’ma rob you for your sh-t, and i don’t care if it’s christmas
rydas don’t celebrate the holidays
so all you ho ho hoes
can kiss the 12 gauge
kiss the 12 gauge
kiss the 12 gauge
so all you ho ho hoes
[verse 3: cell block]
i make my own christmas, f-ck santa and the mrs
keep me at the top of naughty list, ’cause they b-tches
december 24th, see him sneakin’ in the house
drop a couple thangs, up under the tree, and then he’s out there
i’m out to get my own sh-t, so then real quick
f-ck the stupid presents all i want is the electronics
plasma tvs, psps, and mp3s
cell block b-tch and i’m takin’ what i need

[verse 4: yung dirt]
it’s the 1st day of christmas and i ain’t get sh-t
now i’m on craigslist, and i’m puttin’ out hits
on the fat jolly pimp, and his elf clique too
on donner on blitzen on his whole f-ckin’ crew
pullin’ drive-bys on the gingerbread house
when frosty run out i put the slug in his mouth
ridin’ off in a black truck, chromes no change
mrs. claus in my lap takin’ l!cks on my candy cane

[interlude: mall santa, bullet]
ho ho ho, accepting donations. maybe on your way out?
oh here i got you, right here
-smack- ow!
gimmie the bucket (hey!) let it go b-tch
[chorus: foe foe, lil shank, bullet]
rydas don’t celebrate the holidays
so all you ho ho hoes
can kiss the 12 gauge
i’ma rob you for your sh-t, i’ma rob you for your sh-t
i’ma rob you for your sh-t, and i don’t care if it’s christmas
rydas don’t celebrate the holidays
so all you ho ho hoes
can kiss the 12 gauge
kiss the 12 gauge
kiss the 12 gauge
so all you ho ho hoes

[verse 5: bullet]
my black truck on skis i don’t got a red nose but a red dot (steady)
in the middle of your forehead it pop
i never miss my targets, i’m like rowdy roddy sniper
smeared santa’s blood on my windshield wiper
i’m a ryda, i sell crack on christmas eve
f-ckin’ hoes, countin’ money, loading guns and weed
i got two double-barrels for your christmas carols
point it out the mail slot b-tch, don’t get shot

[verse 6: full clip]
i’m in an all black sleigh, shinin’, drippin’ wet
takin’ out salvation army santas with a tec
it might be christmas day but i still gotta make my rounds
rudolph’s nose ain’t red from keys or cops or by the pound
christmas carols on the porch, singin’ happy with glee
pop a clip in the uz’, now i got all they money
i’m on a twelve day run on eve eleven
hot lead turns santa’s brain to figgy pudding

[chorus: foe foe, lil shank, full clip]
rydas don’t celebrate the holidays
so all you ho ho hoes
can kiss the 12 gauge
i’ma rob you for your sh-t, i’ma rob you for your sh-t
i’ma rob you for your sh-t, and i don’t care if it’s christmas
rydas don’t celebrate the holidays
so all you ho ho hoes
can kiss the 12 gauge
kiss the 12 gauge
kiss the 12 gauge
so all you ho ho hoes

- psychopathic rydas

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