Lyrics:
So many presents, so little time
Santa won't be coming
By my house this year
'Cause I tried to drown my sister
And I pierced my ear
Oh mama made it
the eggnog - Feelings at hundred
A perfect little Santa Claus is all I ever wanted
But all I get is scrooges, a couple handsome grinches
My hunch a consensus
(Oooooooooo)
It's people with issues that's staying up late trying to figure out what they gone get
(but mooooommm)
While we make it seem like Jolly Santa's gone
with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these
PEACES
My killas trained to shoot when they see a head nod
You a square bob look like Uncle Tom
Flexin wit dem chains you gone get yo ass robbed
Got yo
commence
Young Bun
Preferred one
Like the left tit
Ain't trippin' off no nigga
Ain't worried bout an enemy
Fat pussy energy
Don't nothing move til I say so
I
hard? Ooh please!
You rappers do trap like Tom in a industry full of jerry mouse so that rats gets away with the cheese
New makervelly ? Naah really
ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly want to be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky
Tom and Dick want to be like Harry
Little do they know he's
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
Pockets gettin' fuck fat just like Gibby
Uhh I’m all ears and limbs for niggas on my team
Uhh bitch I’m smooth like cream of wheat like cream of wheat
Uhh
I
like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly
And when they went into a dip
I could swear I heard him laugh
For a big fat man he could surely move
He was spry as an old tom cat
They danced and whirled
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
I'm the man!
Yo, that ain't right yo, well, anyway
By the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Gots many plus plenty string by string
I think I counts like
the way
Bells on bob tail ring
Making spirits bright
Oh What fun it is to ride
A sleighing song tonight
Oh, oh jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all
put tray on it
I've got fats on, it cost a million more
I've got black on and I can rap on
Whatever track dog, I'm like a young black
Quarterback,
I for praise ?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of 49
In the days
gotta understand that shit
Like, they fat as shit, what the fuck
Goddamn, I see your ugly ass bitch
She be tryna hide it, but she look like a man
No type
and y'all see them
If y'all compare y'all not serious
I've got that tzz tzz Tom Ford
I've got that tzz tzz black orchid
I've got that tzz tzz Bob Mar
With
call me Buddha meditating
Pettier than Tom ticking like a time bomb
Feel it in the rhythm mixing chaos with the calm
Getting lost in translation with all
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
wish-lists
I’m rocking a fat suit and a big white beard
Most of these kids cool but some of them are weird
They sneeze in my face and puke on my wrist
Santa
spare time
She don't fuck on the first night, then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I'm
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