Chingy feat. Ludacris & Snoop Dogg - Holidae Inn (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Chingy feat. Ludacris & Snoop Dogg
• Holidae Inn (Instrumental)

Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?

Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning

To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like wassup
I told 'em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said, "Ain't you that boy that be on B E T?"

Ya that's me, ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face
F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste

There's some pretty girls in here, I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, I ain't come to sit
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Ma showed up like, "What's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping

Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said, "Can I be in yo video", I'm like, "Yeah, oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen

Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about it, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin' like they from an island

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, kaboom, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles

Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little D and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got &

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