Dear Black Santa

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H-H-Hey Santa, it's, it's Dax again (Hi)
 Just checking if you got my list (Oh)
 Dear Mr. Santa (Hello)
 My name is Dax and I've been a good kid
 I made a list of the shit that I wanted this year
 Did you read it? I'm hoping you did (You did)
 I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney
 Just so you know where I live (Google maps)
 Stop watching porn, gave to the homeless (So like, damn dude)
 Don't be a bitch
 Yeah, I want a Cadillac color matte black (Skrr)
 Yeah, I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (Hm)
 Yeah, I want a crib to crash with a pool and
 A court and a golf course all in the back (Yah)
 Yeah, I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars
 Instagram a million followers take out food from Benihana's (Please)
 I need a follow back from Lele Pons (Where you at?)
 I need a Drake feature on a song (Go on then)
 I could probably do this shit myself and all
 But I ain't really tryna wait that long (Facts)
 So Santa this is my list and
 I'm confident in you that you will complete it (I know you will)
 Me and your daughter are friends and
 If I don't get all of my shit I'ma Mike Jackson beat it
 Dear Mr. Dax
 I took the time to go over your list
 And unfortunately I'm sorry to say
 You have been a bad kid (Very naughty)
 I can get some shit but not all those God damn gifts (Sorry)
 And as for my daughter young man
 There ain't no way your fuckin' that bitch
 Man, fuck you Santa
 I don't even want your gifts
 I don't even want that car
 I don't even want that bitch
 I don't even want that shit
 Now I want Mrs. Clause
 Want her sayin' ho, ho, ho, ho
 While she's on my pole, pole, pole, pole
 Keep my wrist froze, froze, froze, froze
 While I play games with Rudolph
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm crazy Santa
 Gave her the dick, banana
 Came through with the heat, the jammers
 Butt cheeks through the sheets, pajamas
 So what does that mean?
 I think it means that I win either way
 I'll leave you cookies and milk and a note on the table
 And here is what that shit's gonna say:
 Make sure you clean the motherfuckin' chimney (I want it spotless)
 Make sure you turn off the lights when you done (Got bills to pay dude)
 Make sure you leave me a tip on the table (That's right for me)
 Don't eat two cookies, your fat ass gets one
 Don't forget to leave shit in my stocking yeah you know where it's at
 Milk chocolate, some henny and condoms with that
 Xanax, weed to sell in the trap
 Don't lie Santa, boy, I know that you're black
 Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
 Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen
 Talk shit they all go missin'
 Santa nigga it's Merry Christmas
 (Merry Christmas)
 (I got all the loot)
 (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
 It's Dax
 

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Duration
02:17
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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