Murs - Xmas And Thanksgiving lyrics

She so bad She make a grown man wanna spend all his cash She so bad When she drop it down slow, they all throw down fast She so bad n***as pull out their wallets when she walk past She bad, she bad, she make a grown man wanna spend all his cash At a young age she was certain She didn't wanna be a virgin So she started wearing tight skirts and In the mirror always practicin' t**n' And when that started workin' She became a whole different person Started smokin', started drinkin', started cursin' Went from PG to the X rated version She used to be a mormon Now she on the pole and performin' She say them square n***as borin' Got a hood n***a started buyin' him Jordans Lou-Loius, Gucci, Versace Pretty soon he like, "Look at what she got me!" "I could break this b**h" "Told her hit the streets, and hoe make me rich" She sell p**y for a livin' Christmas and Thanksgiving 365 Days a year Now do I make myself clear? She sell p**y for a livin' Christmas and Thanksgiving 365 Days a year Now do I make myself clear? She a all night grinder She done f**ed 49 Forty-Niners A couple of Oakland Raiders You know them ball players They gotta pay so she stay out the way She got the I5 p**y from the Bay to L.A. (Ay-ay) And it's okay She know you old half of hoes got something to say They sayin' she's an embarra**ment But she might be savin' your marriage, b**h She ain't no dummy She been dropped that pimp and now she make her own money She got security though Her big n***a named C, and he stand by the door Let a trick get funny with the door She gon' knock 3 times, then his a** gotta go She sell p**y for a livin' Christmas and Thanksgiving 365 Days a year Now do I make myself clear? She sell p**y for a livin' Christmas and Thanksgiving 365 Days a year Now do I make myself clear?