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[Intro:] Lex Luger Lex Luger Is Gucci Burn Holiday Season Hey I'll just remain out here Gotta get it Price or G Holiday Season nigga [Verse 1:] When it's winter time I fly to where is summer time Spend my honey granted any given time of day So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck Smoking kush from a twelve like we don't give a fuck Want some trap shit you came to the right place In a V state traffic in this canny grapes I'm a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento Holiday Season Treat my cars just like my house with curtains on my window So much codeine in this ride it look like Pepto-Bismol Miss me when I load that gospel and it at your window They say my diamond chain is ear they say that I'm a sicko Made a hundred thousand dollars standing like a sea goat Letras de cancionesYou busting up and you see crystals sparkling in the mirror And I never stopped jigging nigga 'cause I'm not a quitter And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers [Chorus:] My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci man the flayer I got all money, all money And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you nigga heard I got them joyner birds 20 25 Nigga spread the word Holiday Season Nigga [Verse 2:] Come with me you know I got the Charlie Sheen Hiding pins so purple that's alot of lean Got 2000 pounds of swag like I cut the grass He said alright Kruger snatched me but that made me last So many bend rose in my rally park about to bust Walking trought the mall and smelling like a pound of kush I got thirty grant on me and a.40 Cal I'm in a Louie V store signing autographs My flow takes me saying gish can I tested bet my nigga I'll be on my way I'm selling most skilled that's fine digger Got a bow bed rolling like twin kids And ain't no broke niggas coming to my house Got that white girl call her Amy Winehouse Old school cellphone costs a town house Better bring 'em pounds before I bring the 9 out [Chorus:] My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci man the flayer I got all money, all money And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you nigga heard I got them joyner birds 20 25 Nigga spread the word Holiday Season Nigga My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man From Letras Mania