Lyrics:
to get gifts for my family
I love the season and it comes annually
I just want to be there with my girl and stand by the tree
I want to see the Christmas
the man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
clock in
We in the DBA in the stu, bitch, we locked in
Fuck it, I tell the gang, just ball, John Stockton
She call me Santa Claus, I'm, oh my God
She
a slight chance of rain when it's raining
Or rein like deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like queens that reign over made man
And not queen
up your headDon't you lock the doorsYou know sweet Santa Claus in on the wayWell I wish it could be Christmas every dayWhen the kids start singing
the stomach
Too fast for them nut crackers, couldn't cuff him
And by him, I mean me
What the fuck do you mean?
Your little kid waking up to a stocking full
stars, magic wands, and genie lamps
I wished on fairy gods, magic carpets, Santa Claus
But nothing worked
So tell me when you're done
I don't wanna be
Santa on a reindeer hit a lick
Pulling out a tommy gun like banana split
Rain on your parade
You get hit
Spraying out the fucking choppa shooting
your back, yeah
We don't really fuck with you
Even went as far to make our own religion
By the time I'm done
You will all be wishin' that you were
got white like Santa Claus, I'm holding
May bless howing my summer hoe, oh oh
I do not judge your Jesus piece (I got my own)
You might be bool if you
in the air
Santa Claus is spreadin' presents, spreadin' presents everywhere
I won't be home to help you decorate your Christmas tree
Well, I know I
but not too much
F your nog, gimme Henny in a big-ass cup
I've gotta be honest, you might deserve coal
I'ma turn that to diamond and
Buy the North Pole
ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some
dealin' crack
That's just how the game goes I don't owe nobody jack
Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
Summer soft wakes you up with a kiss
To start the morning off
In the midst of herself playin' Santa Claus
She brings gifts through her breeze
Morning
fight to the last for as long as liberty be
Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember
fight to the last for as long as liberty be
Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember
fight to the last for as long as liberty be
Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember
she gon do what sean say
Stunt race, front taste and fly darts
Blunt faced, pump base, and buy art
Weak threats, keith sweat up in the wedding
Nigga
asshole
and I'll pip slap that ass like my muthaphukkin last ho
The bitch is upset
She want a muthaphukkin L when she got Keith Sweat
But I'm still hittin
So get down
On your knees
Pay attention to me
You're my elf
I'm your boss
Like a twisted Mrs. Claus
Give me everything on my wishlist
Be my
featuring Keith Sweat R.O.C.
[JD talking to R.O.C.]
[JD]
I'm feelin' that 2x is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see
hittin’ Santa Claus/ whippin n trippin you know I be rippin on dis mic when I be gettin it
Mic spittin good riddance unto you hatas and fakas/ up on dis
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