Lyrics:
and tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down the chimney with a great big grin
A beard on the tip of his chinny chin chin
You better be a sleepin' or he
call me Santa Claus, how I'm stuffing' up her stocking
Tryna come and lay that shit in my paint, I finna block it
Flexing' fake Pape, you don't got no
stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
Cause I just want you for my own
More than you could ever
they waited for Wolf to come in
Pigs, I'm coming down the chimney
About to fatten up like Santa Claus
Ahh, okay
The chimney's feeling kind of hot!
All
bet it's sticky than a sticker
Thicker than a snicker
Come give it to a Nigga
Right here right now
All on my face
Every drip girl won't let that shit go
Clearest water, this the one made Jesus take his sandals off
Come knock on the devil's door, make sure you turn your camera off
It's Js in here, white all
brûlée
And it’s from Eddie V’s? Got a call telling me to come and get the cheese
Seconds, please, sign the check and leave, grab the Lamborghini keys, you
brûlée
And it’s from Eddie V’s? Got a call telling me to come and get the cheese
Seconds, please, sign the check and leave, grab the Lamborghini keys, you
Glistened... with new-fallen snow
Here's what I want for Christmas
Without a moment to pause
We'll hide behind the Christmas tree
To steal a glimpse of Santa
they pay there)
In the big ol' Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out
Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done
So come on party people
Have
they pay there)
In the big ol' Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out
Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done
So come on party people
Have
wave goodbye he hurries right on his way
He's gotta take a lotta toys to all the girls and boys for tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down
over it
No sober shit (?)
Y'all ho told me come over here
So guess what nigga it's over with
And it's over with
Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas
really takin' that pipe"
I say, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you"
I'm
one right here tho come on, yeah
I like Christmas, I like a real Christmas tree
I like a mall Santa Claus that lets me sit on his knee
I like a big red bow and mistletoe with you
they liked staying' awake because well,
They reckon they might catch Santa Claus
In the morning they'd come racing down to see
What Santa'd gone
a Christmas song
You're always in my heart
You're always in my heart
Here comes Santa Claus
Do you hear what I hear
the sound of silver bells
And come
walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins
the hood with a rifle,
Gunnin' niggas down cause they don't got the right clothes,
Hit the wrong person cause we shoot just like hoes,
First I was blood
a rifle
Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes
Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes
First I was blood thirsty, Mr.-Mr.
Up on the housetop reindeer paws, out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joy.
The Night I Met St. Nick
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
I was hiding hind the sofa
When he came down the chimney
Cuz I did not believe
He could
who the fuck cares? who the fuck
Cares? Even if you get drunk up
Still be a millionaire
You could play a Santa Claus and
Make sure you're the whole dear
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