Lyrics:
signs are the neon kind
Well, Santa's sleigh is a four by four
We got a squeaky front porch
And an old screen door, yeah
It's how we're raised
Wouldn't
(No man) Hallelujah
(Cannot hinder me) Yes, Lord
(I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Run it back (I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Y'all
BB Gun!
Santa puts me on a slide and pushes me away
But I'm a man on a mission with my plan in play
So I climb back up just to hear him say,
“You'll
door now, you're gonna hafta back off the hammer a bit cause we're double nickle and
'bout to hit the big road
Well the big elf blew the doors off
talking trash
Said I am the Naughty Santa by the way of the South Pole
And I'm here to love ya and soothe your simmering soul
He said I brought you
rolled back
Heart refuse to make a sound
Santa Fe Dreams
Was never about me
We've got a school shooter
Murder's first degree
Was on FaceTime with Her
She
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
slowthai
Open the door ACBLACK just arrived
AC, Killa King, TraeThaKilla fuck we doing in this bitch
back !
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say theres no such thing as Santa
But as for me
experience is different and you can tell
This man makes no mistakes if you've been a good boy or girl
Every window or door is a possible entry
But with Santa
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
day in the Christmas village, baby
Who's living in the South Pole
With their hat on and their mouth full
Hey, is it Santa upside down
Is it that king
pussy talking
I want your nog all over my face
Now spill your splooge by the fireplace
Sorry I'm loud, I'm such a yelper
Fuck them elves, I'm Santa's
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
costin'?
And how the hell Santa Clause get in this apartment?
First we gather on the block, hit a couple spots
Even show up late and I still get a plate
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
at your girl and making her cream
Bottle of whiskey in my hand
Looked outside and I see a van
Oh fuck, that's no van
It's being driven by a Mexican
I start
It's a fookin' rotten job to be a Santa,
In a grotto in a big department store,
Telling lies to stinking children who are pissing on your tunic,
You
King in the jungle Last king reigns
King in the jungle Last king reigns
Skrr skrr
Hustle double time I need it
Feds at back I bet that
Want to see me in
expecting a check soon
Light the candle, lock the door, king of the bedroom
I ain't really gotta say much - she know what it is
Real shit, real spit, hate
I´ll be the witch of the woods
I´m not the bitch of the hood’s
Driving that old Santa Cruz
Say “ I´m the king of the hood´s “
Two Thousand Mood´s
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
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