[Verse 1: Bubby & Yee]
I bring my gun in the studio, just for fun (Two Weeks)
December is my favorite month (Fourteen days)
Grab mistletoe and make a blunt
Smoke that shit, now I feel dumb
[Verse 2: Cevin]
So hot tonight, I see reindeers around
Lightin' trees, that shit getting loud
We don't cut 'em down, we buy by the pound
No presents here, I'm already rich
Sliding in your chimney might fuck in your bitch
She thought I was [?]
Polar Express, I be runnin' a train
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[Verse 3: Bubby]
Christmas is the best holiday ever
I grab a gun and give it a suppressor
Holiday cookies, holiday cheer
The verdict of the murder case unclear
[Verse 4: Bruno]
Said every year every singlе woman wants the perfect guy
I gotta dodgе Santa Claus every single night
'Cause he been tryna kidnap me for years, outside my line of sight
Gotta say, at the start, it gave me a bit of a fright
But over time I learned the combos, just in case he tried to fight
Know how to dodge every punch from the left and the right
But there’s a little-little issue in my great big plight
I need to know when Santa’s gonna come and bring me mine
When’s Santa gonna bring me a bad bitch?
And whole lotta money, I’ll be mad rich
And I hope that she come with the gap teeth
Cause I’m tired of my hand I’m a sad bitch
When’s Santa gonna bring me a bad bitch?
And whole lotta money, I’ll be mad rich
And I hope that she come with the gap teeth
Cause I’m tired of my hand I’m a sad bitch
[Bridge: Bubby]
I'm not Santa but, I got the bag
I'm not Santa but, I got the bag
I'm not Santa but, I got the bag
I'm not Santa but, I got the bag
[Verse 5: Sequoia]
TWxWKS in this fucking (Hoe!), I steal lyrics, I steal (Flows!)
Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy
Then Superman that (Hoe!)
Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soul-)
Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soul-)
Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soul-)
Now watch me-
[Verse 6: Thurston]
I don't need no presents up under that fucking Christmas tree
'Cause imma slide up in yo' bitch like Santa in the chim-a-ney
And imma stuff her like a stocking, with a fucking magazine
And she gon' make my dick rise up like Jesus on day number three but
[Chrous: Thurston & JS PUNCH]
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need (And I!)
You punk ass motherfuckers gotta hop right off my fucking meat
[Verse 7: JS PUNCH]
Manipulatin' yall for Christmas like I'm runnin' Coke
But this the type of snow you go for snortin' up your nose
I feel the breeze, I'm gonna freeze, yeah this my Christmas blow
I keep it stashed away like presents, that's my Christmas low
[Verse 8: Thurston]
TWxWKS came back with the Christmas special like it's SNL
And once we drop the sequel, we gon' do more numbers than Adele
But until then we gon' keep quiet like a fuckin' sleeper cell
And imma get Mrs. Clause to fondle on my jingle bells
[Chorus: Sequoia, JS PUNCH & Both]
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need (And I!) don't care about any OF
I just wanna look at boobs
I follow too many e-girls, on these social apps I own
Mommy doms will make me happy, as they smother me to death
[Verse 9: Golden & Luwi]
Typing out my Christmas list, all I want are Nintendo Switches
All these presents given out will make you shit your fucking britches
Nose red like Rudolf I snort till I bleed
Call me a chimney that shit ain't just steam
What I want for Christmas? A sockful of weed
Just like the Grinch, bitch, I'm covered in green
So many real big decisions
Is Santa even religious?
Personally, seems prestigious
Guess I'm in the Christmas spirit
She wanted cane, too bad my dick is straight
Stuffed her like turkey, imma call it third baste
Stole that from PETA, love beef, they afraid
Santa gon give 'em that Wagyu steak
[Verse 10: Kirb (Verified)]
I don’t really want a lot for Christmas
Just want some weed and big booty bitches
A bag full of cash, and a whole lot of riches
I need my boys up in higher positions
TWxWKS is rising, they ain’t staying niche
The star on the top of the tree, that’s the mission
Don’t fuck with me Santa you know what I want
Jewelry and clothes that I fucking stunt
I float on the beat while I smoke Christmas trees
Snow meister shit, my wrist always on freeze
Ain’t no fake ice, everything verified
Hop in the whip then sleighed her in my ride
Rein on that bitch, I ain’t holding her deer
Like bumble, a monster, I’m someone to fear
Fuck out my face, I’m the Grinch, you the Whos
The last thing that I want for Christmas is you
