DWHB - Home for the Holiday lyrics

[Hook: Cheldon McQueen] Home for the holidays Chillin' with a broad in my hideaway Assuming titles, if she thinks she's 'bout to hibernate I'm sayin' Whatcha doin' whatcha, whatcha whatcha doin' You got all that f**in' a**, need to watch how you movin' that [Verse 1: CM] Cup runneth over Eggnog spillin' My n***as trying to eat Where's Rick Ross' kitchen? A thousand downloads make me a little happy Sing 'em like christmas carols I call it gift rapping Trigger finger itchy Feels like they trying to get me Half past tipsy In the trill city I'm texting my hoes They telling me, "no" "Boy you drunk do I look like a Amber the Rose?" Damn, and I was kind of feeling like the man too Guess there's only certain wishes they can grant you Maybach Autumn The laid back scholar Mister why flaunt 'em If you really got 'em Cause that leads us to believe That you ain't really got 'em My dad see success Say look what I taught him But be the first to not answer when I'm free to call him But I ain't trippin', it's the holidays baby what's up? [Hook: CM] Home for the holidays Chillin' with a broad in my hideaway Assuming titles, if she thinks she's 'bout to hibernate I'm sayin' Whatcha doin' whatcha, whatcha whatcha doin' You got all that f**in' a**, need to watch how you movin' that Home for the holidays What's that on my christmas tree? A note and a mistle-t Say she got a gift for me So uh, how ya feel? How ya, how ya, how ya feel One hundred percent trill since you've tuned in to that real [Verse 2: Andrew of DWHB] Maybe now's the time, maybe today's the day Maybe this year the year I ain't really worked that hard, but I worked that heart And man, I can feel it's near I gained some recognition, and people praise me daily This music is my pa**ion, this music's what sustains me Sometimes it feels like when I get a leg up Everybody else gets two It's like goddamn man, how am I the damn man? I don't got a f**ing clue I got to figure it out, the thing I'm with or without So I can get that gold Oh well, home for the holidays Since when did winter get so f**ing cold? [Verse 3: Travis of DWHB] First off, I'mma say f** gin Don't ever give me that sh** again So many better options if you're gonna make me Buy a drink to get in I take a sip and my face contorts I look over at my two cohorts But their four eyes are transfixed On this girl taking off her shorts I'm home for the holidays And you don't want to see my face Now I'm in this club, thinking about the past And if I text you, what should I say? My boy tells this girl I'll be twenty on Christmas Eve Before I know it my hand's in hers, we grab our coats and we leave What's up [Hook]