A Very Frosty Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, your bitch sittin’ on my lap
Got her presents like I’m Santa, then I hit her from the back
And I put her on the naughty list ‘cause she ain’t texting back
Now I’m holly and I’m jolly till her mom and dad get back, woah

Lil’ shawty, you know I want you for Christmas (yeah, yeah)
Only thing that’s written on my wish list (skrrt)
Poppin’ medicine like I just got a sickness (Sickness)
One day I’ll be damned, I’ll really miss this

I don’t want a lot for Christmas (no)
There is just one thing I need (I need)
I don’t care about the presents (ah)
Underneath the Christmas tree (alright!)
I don’t need to hang my stocking (nah)
There, upon the fireplace (fireplace)
Santa Claus will make me happy (yeah)
With the toy on Christmas day (DeCicco)

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true (true)
Baby, all I want for Christmas is

Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer (alright, yeah!)
And a ‘lotta reindeer hoes (of reindeer hoes)
And if you ever saw him (saw him)
You could always see his glow (glow)
All of the other reindeer (reindeer)
Used to laugh and call him names (call him names)
They wouldn’t let poor Rudolf
Join in in their reindeer games (reindeer games)
I put the money and the fame
On the naughty list, I ain’t fuck with Santa (yeah)
West Coast to Atlanta, bad bitch on me, Hannah Montana (oh)
I got the racks in my stocking, people stare every time that I walk in
Pussy boy, why you talkin’?
Blowin’ up and there ain’t no stoppin’
Super cold, North Pole, and I like the way she with the pole
[?] In the game, and I want some dough
Want some dough, they can never, ever match the flow
Match the flow (DeCicco)

Walkin’ around the Christmas tree
I don’t want no problems, make the history
[?] All that work, call it chemistry
And I got a ‘lotta people I call frenemies
Oh, the weather outside is frightful (frightful)
But the fire’s so delightful (delightful)
And since we got no ways to go (no ways)
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! (snow, snow)
Man, it doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I brought some pills for popping
And the lights are turned down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! (alright, yeah)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, your bitch sittin’ on my lap
Got her presents like I’m Santa, then I hit her from the back
And I put her on the naughty list ‘cause she ain’t texting back
Now I’m holly and I’m jolly till her mom and dad get back, woah (yeah)

Lil’ shawty, you know I want you for Christmas (yeah, yeah)
Only thing that’s written on my wish list (skrrt)
Poppin’ medicine like I just got a sickness (sickness)
One day I’ll be damned, I’ll really miss this