Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
I just ran up counters
And then took it to the bank
Only rocking diamonds
Cuz those cheaper ones they stank
All the homies hitters
And none of them is fake
Shoot em then they sank
Caught em dancing on my grave
Pull ups in the back
Gotta stay on track
And if it look like I got mob ties
Then its prolly cuz of these stack
We aint gotta spend em
But I take em in the back
Aint no time to relax
Run my stats right up to max
Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
High top Marty
Mr steal your shawty
Pull up to the party
We just getting started
Ride around the coup
With my shoes on fleek
You already know this aint new for me
Go figure
I just shoot with a gold trigger
Big hitter
Put it up to her liver
Friends with benefits
She my nigga
Certified killa
Women stealer
No one realer
I hide the concealer
Then head to the villa
Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
Evan Parks - Holiday Hillz Lyrics
Evan Parks - Holiday Hillz Lyrics
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Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
I just ran up counters
And then took it to the bank
Only rocking diamonds
Cuz those cheaper ones they stank
All the homies hitters
And none of them is fake
Shoot em then they sank
Caught em dancing on my grave
Pull ups in the back
Gotta stay on track
And if it look like I got mob ties
Then its prolly cuz of these stack
We aint gotta spend em
But I take em in the back
Aint no time to relax
Run my stats right up to max
Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
High top Marty
Mr steal your shawty
Pull up to the party
We just getting started
Ride around the coup
With my shoes on fleek
You already know this aint new for me
Go figure
I just shoot with a gold trigger
Big hitter
Put it up to her liver
Friends with benefits
She my nigga
Certified killa
Women stealer
No one realer
I hide the concealer
Then head to the villa
Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
I just ran up counters
And then took it to the bank
Only rocking diamonds
Cuz those cheaper ones they stank
All the homies hitters
And none of them is fake
Shoot em then they sank
Caught em dancing on my grave
Pull ups in the back
Gotta stay on track
And if it look like I got mob ties
Then its prolly cuz of these stack
We aint gotta spend em
But I take em in the back
Aint no time to relax
Run my stats right up to max
Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
High top Marty
Mr steal your shawty
Pull up to the party
We just getting started
Ride around the coup
With my shoes on fleek
You already know this aint new for me
Go figure
I just shoot with a gold trigger
Big hitter
Put it up to her liver
Friends with benefits
She my nigga
Certified killa
Women stealer
No one realer
I hide the concealer
Then head to the villa
Holiday Hills
All in they feelings
You wanna make millions
You a civilian
Shoot to the ceiling
Got act like a villain
Hey do u feel it
Gotta get with it
She running back to me
Nigga what
She turning bad for me
Nigga what
Acting casually
Nigga what
She running laps for me
Thats a fact for me
Writer: Evan Parks
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