Lyrics:
stockings
No candy canes
No gingerbread
No safety net
No loose change
No change no
ONE HOMELESS MAN
"Santy Claus is coming"
ALL
Santy Claus ain't
surrounded by gold
I live for caring, not keen on sharing though
I get so miffed at that fat bitch who lives up in the North Pole
I wanna be your favorite
Morrison
Return of the Mack, then break that ass off
Give me some Keith Sweat, ease back go off
Dry humping that kneecap till they scream last call
She
a pest, smoked a sesh
I'm tired I'm finna rest
Be my guest
Get out my neck
Run up a check
Let the rest, records sell
You're so small
I'm Santa Claus, you
I think we need to pause,
Because I got so many rhymes I'm giving em away like Santa Claus
Up in the north pole with his elves and eight reindeer
But
she droppin' down her drawers
I've been splurging in the mall for you cause you love to floss
And my bag like Santa Claus, it don't matter what it costs
reindeer don't you know
How I'd like to be with you
On your midnight ride
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer
And Comet by your side
Vixen, Blitzen, Donner too
of fast
Keith Sweat you gotta make it last
Live every day like it's your last
But don't forget to have blast
Don't miss this moment don't let it pass
just like I'm Santa Claus
Seats up in the Lex got me relaxed, giving me back massage
The tint is way too dark, no you can't see me like it's camouflage
constantly fall
The way I love milk and cookies
I'll be a brown Santa Claus
Will you still hold my hand
Despite any flaw
I'm meant to be little spoon
I'm
(yeah)
Maybe it’s better if I’m not your favorite
I’m tryna be it I’m not tryna make it, shaking my hand but they holding the payments
Wait Aye
Hidin’
cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus is on his way
Well I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When the kids start
like I'm Santa Claus
Mouth wide, I'm high as a satellite see
I'm in ancient Greece getting
Head from Aphrodite mac is mighty
Got a bunch of whities
Roofs By Don my handle
Smash Miss Claus it's a scandal
Every shingle day on your channel
Every shingle day on your channel
Might fly a drone for
Roofs By Don my handle
Smash Miss Claus it's a scandal
Every shingle day on your channel
Every shingle day on your channel
Might fly a drone for
can do
All I want for Christmas
Is a new year with you
I could be so happy
Holding you by firelight
Listening to you whisper
I'm yours for life
Honey,
With a greasy black peel
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul
Mr.
bed
And you cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus is on his way
Well, I wish it could be Christmas everyday
to hit 'em
While his children be with 'em, bag drops
Slide up and twist 'em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop
That's how you get finished
Homie was cappin'
your face,
or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe.
I'll be right at home if they leave me alone.
That's why I only operate at night time.
Wait until
And I believed in Superman
In Santa Claus the world of Oz
And wonderland
But one by one those fantasies have failed
While you keep shining through
I
be mad at yourself
Spending fast living fast I just got to make it last
Keith Sweat little boy you don't make me sweat
One convo with your bitch she be
Big bag, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn
switch our phones to flight mode
She’s not a ho
But like Santa Claus she gets me a ‘xpensive clothes
Visit from Aunt Flow?
She give me brain until I can’t
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