Yung Sky - Mr. Clause (feat. Lil Mac) Lyrics

Coming up to winter, yeah we leaving from the fall
Yeah, me and twin in the whip, we pull up to the mall
Yeah, I'm walking around all the stores and I see Mr. Clause
Yeah, he asked me what I want and I said, "Bitch, I want it all"
Yeah, he climbing down my chimney and I'm hoping he don't fall
Now he's staring at my tree and he said, "Damn, that shit is tall"
Tell me how the hell does Santa know exactly what I want?
I didn't write a single letter, did he give my mom a call?
I swear to you, this dude is magic
Otherwise, I don't know how this could happen
I don't know how this dude got what I'm asking
He knew and I didn't tap in
He got no mail from me
Delivering like he's JaVale McGee
I don't know how I could fail to see
It's cause I made them cookies and milk
I'm taking the credit, I'm not taking guilt
Don't know why people say that he ain't real
Don't look at the facts, cause they all in their feels
Cuz there's no way you denying it still
You know he's real
I'm seeing his reindeer on top of the hill
You said otherwsie, then I'm gonna kill
Hell naw, I'm on the nice list still
You know that he got all them dollar bills
I'm not talking about Coach, but he got Mills
And non-believers all up in they feels
They don't believe, they getting coal until
Coming up to winter, yeah we leaving from the fall
Yeah, me and twin in the whip, we pull up to the mall
Yeah, I'm walking around all the stores and I see Mr. Clause
Yeah, he asked me what I want and I said, "Bitch, I want it all"
Yeah, he climbing down my chimney and I'm hoping he don't fall
Now he's staring at my tree and he said, "Damn, that shit is tall"
Tell me how the hell does Santa know exactly what I want?
I didn't write a single letter, did he give my mom a call?
Did he give my mom a call, did he call her through the phone?
How did that big jolly fella know what I don't own?
Does he do this stuff himself or does he have some clones?
There ain't no damn way that he does this on his own
All I want for Christmas is a bunch of fine gardening tools
Hold up, maybe you could add a brand new iPhone
Santa that's my Christmas list that;s all I'm asking for
Now we right back to the chorus and you know how this thing goes
Coming up to winter, yeah we leaving from the fall
Yeah, me and twin in the whip, we pull up to the mall
Yeah, I'm walking around all the stores and I see Mr. Clause
Yeah, he asked me what I want and I said, "Bitch, I want it all"
Yeah, he climbing down my chimney and I'm hoping he don't fall
Now he's staring at my tree and he said, "Damn, that shit is tall"
Tell me how the hell does Santa know exactly what I want?
I didn't write a single letter, did he give my mom a call?