Lyrics:
produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party
greater gift on Christmas Day
With family around and kids dem a play
Merry Christmas everyone today is a special day
Cheers let’s make a toast
by the way
One way out to California
Some days I just got to mourn you
Sun rays out in California
One day I'm going to put it on you
Turn the page make a new
promise I will always adore you
Made in Japan, with style of Milan and a smile from California
Brazilian walk, hair from New York, pretty Parisian curls
I ain't going cheetah
This time imma be a bit
Slower gotta keep ya
On your toes like some cleats
I got a hoe named Aaliyah
Swallow my whole seed
time next year at Christmas we'll be swimming in the sun
All this California dreaming's gonna get us home for one
And then we're gonna know that what
it's way to good with you by my side
And the mistletoe is up
Oh girl I can't get enough
So much better with the love of my life
This Christmas
mistletoe
Look in your eyes every time we'd get real close
But now you're gone and I just gotta smile through it
Oh lovin' you is my Christmas wish
Know
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
There are toys for girls and boys
Silver bells make merry noise
Yet you should remember from the start
Christmas is a feeling in your heart
back in the sack
You've got a lot of things on your list
And you better straighten up your act
'Cause if you ain't a good girl by Christmas
Hey,
Hoping that I'll be ready
Don't wait on me
When you could be happier
By leaving me out this Christmas
(Don't wait on)
Girl don't take it personal
But it's
on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East Coast where you
falling deeper in love
You’re warmer
Than what’s in my cup
Snow angel you were sent from above
This Christmas
Your hand fits in mine like a glove
Oh girl I
him in my arms (in my arms)
Hi (hi)
We're your Weather Girls (uh-huh)
And have we got holiday news for you (you better listen)
This is an open
be waiting for ya
Till it’s cold in California
Till ya need that Patagonia on ya
Girl the one I loaned ya
Come back baby why don’t ya
You know I
started to say here's my favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name
He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick
Rolling into Christmas
Written by: Deitrick Haddon, T church, Marcus white, Marcus Hodge
We riding We riding
We rolling we rolling
Put your hand
liberty
And those memories
Memories of California
And those memories
Memories of California
Filming TV shows down by the beach
That cute girl her number's
liberty
And those memories
Memories of California
And those memories
Memories of California
Filming TV shows down by the beach
That cute girl her number's
overtaken by your sweet melody
California
You've always been the dream
But now that I have gotten here
Ain't great as it had seemed
California
You cradled my
biggest little city
Seen a girl with some big ass titties
Top notch sadditty, punk bitch knew she was pretty
Get goosed in the city, get your purse took
the hope of Christmas
And You're still the hope of my heart
You're the hope of Christmas
I bowed my head to pray tonight
Felt my little girl by my
See i've been hurt in the past too
And I had to learn my lesson
Spending Christmas with my baby
And by new years, we ain't speaking
Tellin' a friend
Is
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