Vulgar Ca$h - Mr.Claus Lyrics

(Yea)
(Puss ass hoe you get hit with that stick)
(Brrr)
(Bitch nigga get shot in yo-)
I got the hoes like santa
3 peat get hit w this blammer
Ayo, Teo, how he dancin'
Dasani on me how i'm droppin' this fashion
Ho, ho, ho, can't f*ck with a treesh
Ho, ho, ho, got that bitch on her knees
I'm with a hoe, yea, I pull on her weave
If we is f*ckin' bitch keep it lowkey
Doggin' these bitches and doggin' these hoes
Pull up like i'm santa i'm kicking' yo door
Big bag and that glock leave 'em froze
Bring 'em out, bitch bring me some more
Chase a bag, yea i'm chasin' that guwap
Nobody, yea i'm feelin' like duwap
Can't have a jit so you know ima pull out
Green beam, yea, I told his ass chill out
Pullin' up, and you know we gone peal out
Gave 'em hell, yea, you know i'm a killa
Bitch nigga you a chinchilla
Pop me a perky i'm poppin' a pill, uh
Kodak black, yea, i'm bout my skrilla
You be cappin', bitch, I do not feel ya
Kodak black, yea, i'm bout my skrilla
You be cappin' bitch you ain't a killa
Big glocky, yea, this glocky gone clap
F*ck nigga you get shot in yo back
You be talkin' lil nigga you chat
F*ck nigga you get put on the map
Put 'em to sleep, yea he takin' a nap
Raf simmons, I ain't talkin' bout jack
AR make 'em run like a lap
Raf simmons, I ain't talkin bout jack
(Ho, ho, ho, yea we kickin' them doors)
(Ho, ho, ho, I ain't talkin' bout jack)
(Ho, ho, ho, bitch you a lil hoe )
(Ho, ho, ho, yea I left his ass froze)
(Ho, ho, ho, i'm santa, bitch nigga get hit with that blammer)
(F*ckin' yo hoe, yea she takin' her pants off)
(Ho, ho, ho, you a lil hoe)
I got the hoes like santa
3 peat get hit w this blammer
Ayo, Teo, how he dancin'
Dasani on me how i'm droppin' this fashion
Ho, ho, ho, can't f*ck with a treesh
Ho, ho, ho, got that bitch on her knees
I'm with a hoe, yea, I pull on her weave
If we is f*ckin' bitch keep it lowkey
Puss ass jit get hit with this stick
Walk in prada, yea designer my fit
Talkin' slick you get put on a list
Pussy nigga my lil nigga gone blitz
Can't f*ck with a (Ho, ho, ho)
My niggas they jackin', they kickin' them doors
Trippie redd how we totin' them poles
F*ck nigga, yea we leave his ass froze
Designer on me, not no regular fabric
Dasani on me, yea, I got all this cabbage
Don't fear him, yea that nigga just rappin'
Bitch nigga, yea, you know we gone lap 'em
Talkin' slick, and you know we gone bap 'em
F*ck nigga, yea, you know we gone clap 'em
Get his ass gone, put a bitch on a banner
Big stick, yea, you know we gone bap 'em
I got the hoes like santa
3 peat get hit w this blammer
Ayo, Teo, how he dancin'
Dasani on me how i'm droppin' this fashion
Ho, ho, ho, can't f*ck with a treesh
Ho, ho, ho, got that bitch on her knees
I'm with a hoe, yea, I pull on her weave
If we is f*ckin' bitch keep it lowkey