| Ooh
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| Kinda cold in them hideaways
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| Ain’t nobody die today
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| Savage holiday
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| Ooh, it’s kinda cold in them hideaways
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| Ain’t nobody die today
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| Savage holiday
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| Too young, died from the corner store (Ha)
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| Nigga brought that 'cause he wanted more (Ha)
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| Now they want get back, left us, gon' hit back
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| Left them boys in front the store (Ha)
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| Caught 'em in traffic, did the boy nasty
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| On some true dog shit
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| Sprayed everybody like, «Fuck it!»
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| On some Duval shit (Duval)
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| This 'fore Thanksgivin', they trippin'
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| They want blood, not chicken
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| Only thing on they mental
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| Kill that nigga 'fore Christmas
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| Miss Patty just lost her baby last Christmas
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| (Guess what else, though?)
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| Her other son, he got eighty last Christmas
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| Savage holiday (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
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| Ooh, it’s kinda cold in them hideaways (Kinda cold in them hideaways)
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| Ain’t nobody die today
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| I hope you safe and you escape a
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| Savage holiday (Savage holiday)
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| When you lose someone you love who you know love Christmas
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| Savage holiday
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| When that little thug first get that pistol, savage holiday
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| Baby mama trippin', men can’t see they baby
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| And it’s Christmastime (Oh Lord)
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| That’s enough to drive you crazy
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| At Christmastime (Oh Lord)
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| Her nigga fucked her best friend 'round Christmastime
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| Now she don’t even like that holiday no more, savage
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| This for Chicago, niggas who get it up like Ralo
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| This for my niggas in the snow in Milwaukee
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| New Year’s, looked at the news, two kids
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| Another mother with a fuckin' savage holiday
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| No gift gon' make us proud today
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| Tell me 'bout it
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| Her other son, he gon' ride today (Ooh)
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| This happened all
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| He was finally fuckin' shinin', mayne
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| Like nigga, he was bossin'
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| Last year he was rappin'
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| This year he in a coffin
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| No merry Christmas
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| Savage holiday
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| Ooh, I hope you strapped up in them hideaways
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| Ooh, kinda cold in them hideaways
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| No merry Christmas, savage holiday |