Gift Sack
This Christmas, I'm telling the pastor
That his daughter is a pretty nutcracker
Let her throw it back on Santa's gift sack
Told her dad I'll hit confession right after
None of my stocking gifts purchased yet
We go around robbin' like tournaments
Snow bunnies mix snow with some percocets
Come hang on my tree like an ornament
We sipping on Christmas spirits
Caroling I'm forgetting the lyrics
If Ariana and Tori Kelly sing near me
I might get a lil too cheery
Jack Frost drip, smoking tree, dumb lit
Mistletoe king so the queens dumb thicc
She lay it on thick all evening
Our baby born nine months past Jesus
Mix the egg nog with the henny
Create a warm fire in bellies
Give the homeless a spare penny
Then follow that up with a twenty
The holiday guest list is Mormon
How many women? Many
Bum hittas throw snowballs in envy
My homies got coal at the ready
This Christmas, I'm telling the pastor
That his daughter is a pretty nutcracker
Let her throw it back on Santa's gift sack
Told her dad I'll hit confession right after
None of my stocking gifts purchased yet
We go around robbin' like tournaments
Snow bunnies mix snow with some percocets
Come hang on my tree like an ornament
That his daughter is a pretty nutcracker
Let her throw it back on Santa's gift sack
Told her dad I'll hit confession right after
None of my stocking gifts purchased yet
We go around robbin' like tournaments
Snow bunnies mix snow with some percocets
Come hang on my tree like an ornament
We sipping on Christmas spirits
Caroling I'm forgetting the lyrics
If Ariana and Tori Kelly sing near me
I might get a lil too cheery
Jack Frost drip, smoking tree, dumb lit
Mistletoe king so the queens dumb thicc
She lay it on thick all evening
Our baby born nine months past Jesus
Mix the egg nog with the henny
Create a warm fire in bellies
Give the homeless a spare penny
Then follow that up with a twenty
The holiday guest list is Mormon
How many women? Many
Bum hittas throw snowballs in envy
My homies got coal at the ready
This Christmas, I'm telling the pastor
That his daughter is a pretty nutcracker
Let her throw it back on Santa's gift sack
Told her dad I'll hit confession right after
None of my stocking gifts purchased yet
We go around robbin' like tournaments
Snow bunnies mix snow with some percocets
Come hang on my tree like an ornament
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