This Or That

This, that
This, that
This, that
This, that

Santa-aaa, I was only a child
(Yeah, what?)

He was a child, that's shit wild
You aren't shit, you're a fat prick
You don't want the smoke
You're, you're th-, you're a, you're fucking poo man
I want my presents back, you're stupid wanker
Yeah, you're a wanker
Sit on my lap, I'll be your Santa
XIX mixed with Fanta
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, banter

You asked me to turn my back
Then you emptied your sack

Emptied your sack, all in my crack
Light up an elf, put him in a pack like FIFA
Smoke rudolf like reefer
When I meet your dad, I'm like, "Hey, nice to meet ya"
Randolph on a sidemen feature
Yeah, it's me on a feature
This track is shit like creature
KSI can't even rap

This song is "This or that"
This or that, this or that, this or that
This or that, this or that
This or, this or, this or
This or, this or
Santa gets out my house, dirty

I wanted this, but I got that
(Got that)
I asked for this, but then I got that
(Got that)
I needed this, I already got that
(Got that)
I wanted this, I don't want that
(Ugh)

I asked for this, why'd you get me that?
(Get me that?)
You bought me this, what the fuck is that?
(Fuck is that?)
You stupid prick, don't give me that
(Give me that)
Fuck off, mum, I don't want that
(Ahh)

To be fair though
(To be fair though, what?)
(To be fair though, what?)



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Lewis, Andrew John Shane, Ethan Payne, Simon Minter, Joshua Bradley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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