Skank Up On Christmas

Yall bitches wack when you hear the name Santa
I wanna get a slice buy id rather get a rental
I bout the new whip and I pull up to crib
Grab some za then I dip to go pick shawty rib

Then I'm chilling in the streets with my motherfucking backpack

Santa
Where did you go
You were here
Now your there
Dead a second ago
I'm cooking up some chitlins the it in the croc pot
I do my lil dougie then I hit the milly rock
Em sock em in their throats cause I'm feeling hella viscous
You know I rock the clubs up with the fitness
Cause I can fit dis dick all the way in your throat
Mrs. Clause can suck dick but occasionally choke

Now I'm gaming trying to find them props
Yall fake as fuck ain't gonna get slop top
I know you a cop
Cause you pig out at the dinner table
Saw right through you, you was telling fables
Trying to side with the right or wrong is simply embarrassing
When I speak freely people
Girls want what on the finger yeah that diamond ring
Yeah Christmas is fake
It's the best time of the year, yeah that's up for debate
It not about the fact your giving
Sex is everywhere
I ain't bout that shit
I rather spend time creating a valuable relationship
Them together cause they look super cute
Now they bound together by the words of you
They feel stuck they feel weird
Now its shame between the two
Ain't in Sugarland,
Stuck like glue but now they smooth