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santa clause - khaotic lyrics

[music video intro]
ho*ho*ho! merry b*tchmas!
hey, santa
hey
i want everything on my christmas list
i want the [?], i want a chanel bag, i want a tesla truck
i want a sugar daddy, who don’t want no sugar, ‘cause i’m tryin’ to pay my bills
i want a bottle of 1942, some red bottoms
you got me?

[intro]
boola
ho*ho*ho*ho
shidiggn, boola (boola)
b*tch got me feelin’ like, hm
(she got me feelin’ like)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
my b*tch got me feelin’ like santa claus (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*ho)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho, yeah)
my b*tch got me feelin’ like santa claus (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*ho)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho, yeah)
[verse 1]
all she wanna do is get gifts like it’s christmas
she think that she an art but the b*tch is a f*ll*tio
the p*ssy kinda good, i tried to f*ck and then ain’t leave her (d*mn)
i knew she was a ho, i should’ve never tried to keep her
ragless, maggot ass, dusty ass ho (ho)
p*ssy ass, maggot ass, musty ass ho (b*tch)
b*tt dragin’, tampax, p*ssy ass ho (stinky)
i’ma cut my d*ck off, so i don’t f*ck you no mo’ (ow)
b*tches like first class flights to a place they never been, to have the time of they life
ho [?] get a man back home, treatin’ ‘em right
they’ll risk it all just to do some bald head hoe sh*t, and f*ck it up for life (for life)
i can’t keep f*ckin’ her, she f*ckin’ up my life (my life)
i’ve been that sad n*gga that sat there, f*ckin’ on your wife (your wife)
i might be traumatized, who think i’m wrong or right? (wrong or right)
i might be good and n*gga i’m prolly out my mind (i’m out my mind)
f*ckin’ with these b*tches, they’ll have you off of your grind (off your grind)
i see sh*t like that there just happen all the time (all the time)
i see sh*t like that there just happen all the time (all the ti*i*i*i*i*i*ime)

[chorus]
my b*tch got me feelin’ like santa claus (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*o)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*o, yeah)
my b*tch got me feelin’ like santa claus (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*ho)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*o*o)
[verse 2]
i got a cold*hearted b*tch that ho act like she a reptile
her baby daddy left, i treat her kid like a step*child (yeah)
i was looking dumb every time that we stepped out (why?)
‘cause she done f*cked every n*gga we seen, when we stepped out (d*mn)
you ugly and your breath stink
your credit all f*cked up, your p*ssy smell like a fish tank
you done lost your edges, your wig sittin’ this way, your head sittin’ that way
you look like a ho that used to be on backpage (b*tch)
every time i wake up to you it be a sad day (a sad day)
every time i wake up to you i have a bad day (a bad day)
one time i f*cked you up, thought it was my last day (my last day)
thank god, the doctor told me, that i’ll be okay

[chorus]
my b*tch got me feelin’ like santa claus (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*ho)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*o*o, yeah)
my b*tch got me feelin’ like santa claus (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*ho)
ho*ho*ho*ho (ho*ho*ho*o*o*o)

[outro]
ho*o*o (oh), ho*o*o (oh)
ho*o*o*o*o*o*o

- khaotic lyrics

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