Santa Clause lyrics

[Music Video Intro]
Ho-ho-ho! Merry b*tchmas!
Hey, Santa
Hey
I want everything on my Christmas list
I want the [?], 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
Ho-ho-ho-ho
Shidiggn, BooLa (BooLa)
b*tch got me feelin’ like, hm
(She got me feelin’ like)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
My b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch is a fellatio
The pus*y kinda good, I tried to f*ck 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)
pus*y ass, maggot ass, musty ass ho (b*tch)
Butt dragin’, Tampax, pus*y ass ho (Stinky)
I’ma cut my di*k off, so I don’t f*ck you no mo’ (Ow)
b*tches like first class flights to a place they never been, to have the time of they life
Ho [?] get a man back home, treatin’ ‘em right
They’ll risk it all just to do some bald head hoe sh*t, and f*ck it up for life (For life)
I can’t keep f*ckin’ her, she f*ckin’ up my life (My life)
I’ve been that sad n*gga that sat there, f*ckin’ on your wife (Your wife)
I might be traumatized, who think I’m wrong or right? (Wrong or right)
I might be good and n*gga I’m prolly out my mind (I’m out my mind)
f*ckin’ with these b*tches, they’ll have you off of your grind (Off your grind)
I see sh*t like that there just happen all the time (All the time)
I see sh*t like that there just happen all the time (All the ti-i-i-i-i-i-ime)

[Chorus]
My b*tch 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, yeah)
My b*tch 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 b*tch 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 f*cked every n*gga we seen, when we stepped out (Damn)
You ugly and your breath stink
Your credit all f*cked up, your pus*y 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 (b*tch)
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 f*cked you up, thought it was my last day (My last day)
Thank God, the doctor told me, that I’ll be okay

[Chorus]
My b*tch 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 b*tch 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