Santa Clause

[Music Video Intro]
Ho-ho-ho! Merry Bitchmas!
Hey, Santa
Hey
I want everything on my Christmas list
I want the Birkin, I want a Chanel bag, I want a Tesla truck
I want a sugar daddy, who don’t want no sugar, ‘cause I’m tryin’ to pay my bills
I want a bottle of 1942, some red bottoms
You got me?

[Intro]
BooLa
([?] this shit fuego)
Ho-ho-ho-ho
Shidiggn, BooLa (BooLa)
Bitch got me feelin’ like, hm
(She got me feelin’ like)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
My bitch got me feelin’ like Santa Claus (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-ho)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho, yeah)
My bitch got me feelin’ like Santa Claus (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-ho)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho, yeah)

[Verse 1]
All she wanna do is get gifts like it’s Christmas
She think that she an art but the bitch is a fellatio
The pussy kinda good, I tried to fuck and then ain’t leave her (Damn)
I knew she was a ho, I should’ve never tried to keep her
Ragless, maggot ass, dusty ass ho (Ho)
Pussy ass, maggot ass, musty ass ho (Bitch)
Butt draggin’, Tampax, pussy ass ho (Stinky)
I’ma cut my dick off, so I don’t fuck you no mo’ (Ow)
Bitches like first class flights to a place they never been, to have the time of they life
Whole time they got a man back home treatin’ ‘em right
They’ll risk it all just to do some bald head hoe shit, and fuck it up for life (For life)
I can’t keep fuckin’ her, she fuckin’ up my life (My life)
I’ve been that sad nigga that sat there, fuckin’ on your wife (Your wife)
I might be traumatized, who think I’m wrong or right? (Wrong or right)
I might be good and, nigga, I’m prolly out my mind (I’m out my mind)
Fuckin’ with these bitches, they’ll have you off of your grind (Off your grind)
I see shit like that there just happen all the time (All the time)
I see shit like that there just happen all the time (All the ti-i-i-i-i-i-ime)

[Chorus]
My bitch got me feelin’ like Santa Claus (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-o)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-o-o, yeah)
My bitch got me feelin’ like Santa Claus (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-ho)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-o-o)

[Verse 2]
I got a cold-hearted bitch that ho act like she a reptile
Her baby daddy left, I treat her kid like a step-child (Yeah)
I was looking dumb every time that we stepped out (Why?)
‘Cause she done fucked every nigga we seen, when we stepped out (Damn)
You ugly and your breath stink
Your credit all fucked up, your pussy smell like a fish tank
You done lost your edges, your wig sittin’ this way, your head sittin’ that way
You look like a ho that used to be on backpage (Bitch)
Every time I wake up to you it be a sad day (A sad day)
Every time I wake up to you I have a bad day (A bad day)
One time I fucked you up, thought it was my last day (My last day)
Thank God, the doctor told me, that I’ll be okay

[Chorus]
My bitch got me feelin’ like Santa Claus (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-ho)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-o-o, yeah)
My bitch got me feelin’ like Santa Claus (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-ho)
Ho-ho-ho-ho (Ho-ho-ho-o-o-o)

[Outro]
Ho-o-o (Oh), ho-o-o (Oh)
Ho-o-o-o-o-o-o