Dear Santa
You are a bitch nigga
Wait wait wait
Hold up hold up hold up
Dear Santa
You are a bitch ass nigga
Bitch who is you talking to?
I'm a mane but I drink out the bottle too
We setting 'em up
He look at his phone scared
Cause nobody calling you
Bitch
I got big guns AK, AR's
Just like a vet man
New tool, new car, new shoes
Fresh to death man
I don't need you nigga
Fat ass nigga be smoking them Jigga's
Selling your shit and gone
Send you a picture
Yeah I be robbing
Glock in my stocking
Scary ass nigga won't pull that trigger
BANG!
They thought I was keef
I'm stealing your shit nigga
Look at my tree
I got me a Glock all I need is a key
Stop blowing her phone
Your number delete
Rudolph the Glock got a beam
I'm f*cking Mrs. Claus
While she popping a bean
She wearing all red
Gotta throw a "B"
I'll at you Nigga and don't gotta
Sneeze
That's a bitch move Santa
3
2
3
2
Go!
Tahoe upping the fye
9 times outta 10 if im sliding they Dying
Tell a bitch that I'm dead i don't Wanna reply
I done woke up to disses
Won't send back no lyrics
Like a dyke in the closet who Ain't tell her mama
I can't name A nigga thats f*cking with me
Running off with your mama
Okill he piru
So he getting in the right
The left titty for me
Coming like Boosie and Webbie
We from different cities
No cottonelle wipe ya down
Bitch Don't try
Piping up with your ugly ass friends
I'll go get that .40 and pipe you down
I won't slide down yo chimney
I'll slide down your block
And we kick in your door
Am I understood?
Big clips smoking on a big bitch
Make a Nigga nose run
Like he peel onions
Or caught the flu
Yeah I'm giving out hollows for Christmas
F*ck a wishlist I got a hit list
I hate Santa
I'ma hawk a boy down
I ain't mentioning rights
Bitch I'm tryna get right
Nigga f*ck Miranda
Ain't heard of that boy
Or that Bitch they unknown
You get slapped with this money
Then pick up for free
Run my city like a taxi
I make 'em run like a athlete
No suicides
Homicide put 'em right on TV
'Kill go get the Glock
He put coal in my socks
Ima take off my beater
No gifts under tree
He dressed up in red
Gone leave up in blood
We gone put him under
Like I'm his OG
Got the Hollows like migos
Shoot out like eggs
We gone Takeoff his noggin
Put 'em up in a suit
We "just do it" no joggin
We gone shoot thru your door
You gone think that we knocking
Claiming LRN
Nigga you flockin
LRN Shit you already know
What the f*ck going on
Real nigga shit
F*ck you talking bout
Knew that shit hoe
Ya heard me
Bitch big motherf*cking LRN
Nola bitch
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Dear Santa
You are a bitch nigga
Wait wait wait
Hold up hold up hold up
Dear Santa
You are a bitch ass nigga
Bitch who is you talking to?
I'm a mane but I drink out the bottle too
We setting 'em up
He look at his phone scared
Cause nobody calling you
Bitch
I got big guns AK, AR's
Just like a vet man
New tool, new car, new shoes
Fresh to death man
I don't need you nigga
Fat ass nigga be smoking them Jigga's
Selling your shit and gone
Send you a picture
Yeah I be robbing
Glock in my stocking
Scary ass nigga won't pull that trigger
BANG!
They thought I was keef
I'm stealing your shit nigga
Look at my tree
I got me a Glock all I need is a key
Stop blowing her phone
Your number delete
Rudolph the Glock got a beam
I'm f*cking Mrs. Claus
While she popping a bean
She wearing all red
Gotta throw a "B"
I'll at you Nigga and don't gotta
Sneeze
That's a bitch move Santa
3
2
3
2
Go!
Tahoe upping the fye
9 times outta 10 if im sliding they Dying
Tell a bitch that I'm dead i don't Wanna reply
I done woke up to disses
Won't send back no lyrics
Like a dyke in the closet who Ain't tell her mama
I can't name A nigga thats f*cking with me
Running off with your mama
Okill he piru
So he getting in the right
The left titty for me
Coming like Boosie and Webbie
We from different cities
No cottonelle wipe ya down
Bitch Don't try
Piping up with your ugly ass friends
I'll go get that .40 and pipe you down
I won't slide down yo chimney
I'll slide down your block
And we kick in your door
Am I understood?
Big clips smoking on a big bitch
Make a Nigga nose run
Like he peel onions
Or caught the flu
Yeah I'm giving out hollows for Christmas
F*ck a wishlist I got a hit list
I hate Santa
I'ma hawk a boy down
I ain't mentioning rights
Bitch I'm tryna get right
Nigga f*ck Miranda
Ain't heard of that boy
Or that Bitch they unknown
You get slapped with this money
Then pick up for free
Run my city like a taxi
I make 'em run like a athlete
No suicides
Homicide put 'em right on TV
'Kill go get the Glock
He put coal in my socks
Ima take off my beater
No gifts under tree
He dressed up in red
Gone leave up in blood
We gone put him under
Like I'm his OG
Got the Hollows like migos
Shoot out like eggs
We gone Takeoff his noggin
Put 'em up in a suit
We "just do it" no joggin
We gone shoot thru your door
You gone think that we knocking
Claiming LRN
Nigga you flockin
LRN Shit you already know
What the f*ck going on
Real nigga shit
F*ck you talking bout
Knew that shit hoe
Ya heard me
Bitch big motherf*cking LRN
Nola bitch
You are a bitch nigga
Wait wait wait
Hold up hold up hold up
Dear Santa
You are a bitch ass nigga
Bitch who is you talking to?
I'm a mane but I drink out the bottle too
We setting 'em up
He look at his phone scared
Cause nobody calling you
Bitch
I got big guns AK, AR's
Just like a vet man
New tool, new car, new shoes
Fresh to death man
I don't need you nigga
Fat ass nigga be smoking them Jigga's
Selling your shit and gone
Send you a picture
Yeah I be robbing
Glock in my stocking
Scary ass nigga won't pull that trigger
BANG!
They thought I was keef
I'm stealing your shit nigga
Look at my tree
I got me a Glock all I need is a key
Stop blowing her phone
Your number delete
Rudolph the Glock got a beam
I'm f*cking Mrs. Claus
While she popping a bean
She wearing all red
Gotta throw a "B"
I'll at you Nigga and don't gotta
Sneeze
That's a bitch move Santa
3
2
3
2
Go!
Tahoe upping the fye
9 times outta 10 if im sliding they Dying
Tell a bitch that I'm dead i don't Wanna reply
I done woke up to disses
Won't send back no lyrics
Like a dyke in the closet who Ain't tell her mama
I can't name A nigga thats f*cking with me
Running off with your mama
Okill he piru
So he getting in the right
The left titty for me
Coming like Boosie and Webbie
We from different cities
No cottonelle wipe ya down
Bitch Don't try
Piping up with your ugly ass friends
I'll go get that .40 and pipe you down
I won't slide down yo chimney
I'll slide down your block
And we kick in your door
Am I understood?
Big clips smoking on a big bitch
Make a Nigga nose run
Like he peel onions
Or caught the flu
Yeah I'm giving out hollows for Christmas
F*ck a wishlist I got a hit list
I hate Santa
I'ma hawk a boy down
I ain't mentioning rights
Bitch I'm tryna get right
Nigga f*ck Miranda
Ain't heard of that boy
Or that Bitch they unknown
You get slapped with this money
Then pick up for free
Run my city like a taxi
I make 'em run like a athlete
No suicides
Homicide put 'em right on TV
'Kill go get the Glock
He put coal in my socks
Ima take off my beater
No gifts under tree
He dressed up in red
Gone leave up in blood
We gone put him under
Like I'm his OG
Got the Hollows like migos
Shoot out like eggs
We gone Takeoff his noggin
Put 'em up in a suit
We "just do it" no joggin
We gone shoot thru your door
You gone think that we knocking
Claiming LRN
Nigga you flockin
LRN Shit you already know
What the f*ck going on
Real nigga shit
F*ck you talking bout
Knew that shit hoe
Ya heard me
Bitch big motherf*cking LRN
Nola bitch
Writer: Mia Lindsey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid