Glocks and Raris

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Speaking of which, Christmas is right on the front
I think what I want for my Christmas is a big booty, toxical
Hell, yeah

Deck the halls with Glocks and 'Raris
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I'm about to catch a body (bo, bo, bo)
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Christmas parties doing molly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Feel like Ken 'cause I be with the Barbie's
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (uh, yeah, uh)

Take off, flew off, pull up on nigga with a red dot
Put on his nose, now he Rudolph (hey)
Bad bitch pulled up to the crib, tryna sip me like eggnog
Told he takes her shoes off (hey)
Hop inside a foreign, speeding on the interstate
Shordie likes it when I take the roof off, uh
I been blowing up like crazy and when I do, I don't wanna ever hear you call

I need a naughty bitch on my naughty list (on my naughty list)
I'ma take yo' shawty, bitch, then I'ma put her on my body list
Run up on me, get yo' body lit (hey)
I'm off that molly, bitch (molly)
Do a nigga wrong like Ally Lotti did (uh, uh)
No cat, no Ken

Why your shordie in my DMs tryna come an' give a nigga top, top, top
Uh, on the way coming down your chimney
With that Glock finna let it pop, pop, pop

Deck the halls with Glocks and 'Raris
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I'm about to catch a body (bo, bo, bo)
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Christmas parties doing molly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Feel like Ken 'cause I be with the Barbie's
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (yeah)



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Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Michael Robinson
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