Lyrics:
Im bout a bag
Straight cash
Catch me with the thick bitch that make thick bitches mad
She bout a bag
Straight cash
Keith Sweat bae I'm trying to make
your honor got to keep this man from becoming a myth
Please tell Saint Nick to plead the fifth
Who calls the cops on Santa Claus
Please don't put
you because
Santa doesn't want to be seen on Christmas Day
But if you go to sleep
Here comes Santa Claus dancing around the tree
Christmas Spirit isn't
caffeine, sit by the tree and not fall asleep,
It's easy dad, we'll look for that red hat,
well good luck with that
Cuz my santa claus wears camouflage,
sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and your jumping from sweat
sleep right next to you, wake up
Summer's on the rise, you better catch me by surprise
I might not be Santa Claus but I'll still bring you christmas
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga,
Ow
May not know by lookin' at me
Who you're looking at exactly
Wonder who could that be in your stockin'
Suit of red and cheeks of cherry
Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say
Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked
First rule in this thing, never let 'em see you sweat!
Never let 'em be a threat
There's no replying time
This ain't no game
Ain't no reset
Once he's next then he's next
Chopper singing like Keith Sweat
Leave em wet like he sweats
Baby
Nick!, ho, ho, ho!)
Now you chillrun better be goo~ood
And act like all good chillrun should
Be careful of what you say and do~o
'cause Santa Claus is
of an already paltry meal
Reindeer themselves most elves feel to be our allies
Though there are those who fail to see
Their sight obscured by bigotry
Through
still wear my Santa hat, but I missed you by my side
Wishin' you'd come back and some day be my bride
I was still your Santa but I missed my Missus Claus
honest, by now you should be your own scholar
You still a protege, that's the reason I don't holler
You got rappers being repetitive actors
You stay ahead
pill on the couch
This the season to be greeting
Your so deeply crazy by the season
Double C on the belt
Correlate the ice hit
Cause i know the days when
the lights dim
You can depend on her to catch it, like a tight end
Santa Claus, I leave her with a white chin
Yes, I get a lot of neck like a violin
It's starting to snow and you ought to know
By the presents on his sleigh
It's a hint that Santa Claus
Is just a whistle and a whisker away
So when
sixty-nine (Woo)
He touched up on my jingle bells and then he ate my cookie
Rudolph tried to guide him, yeah that Santa Claus a rookie
Merry Christmas Santa, I
letter to Mr. Santa Claus (tell him, girl)
From all the single girls back home (alright)
Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This
again
I call my hoes Santa Clause
Cause they just pretend
You talk shit about me and
I'mma fuck your friend
I got a thick bitch all
Up in my Christmas
to me
So I got on a plane
Flew across the world
To meet santa claus
I thought I've seen all the films
There's gotta be snow in america
But when I
beers in the fridge on Christmas morning
Santa Claus been delivering the goods all night
There better be some beers in the fridge on Christmas morning
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