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lrn nola - i hate santa lyrics

[intro]
dear santa
you are a b+tch n+gga
wait wait wait
hold up hold up hold up
dear santa
you are a b+tch ass n+gga

[verse 1] [ok!ll]
b+tch who is you talking to?
i’m a mane but i drink out the bottle too
we setting ‘em up
he look at his phone scared
cause n0body calling you
b+tch
i got big guns ak, ar’s
just like a vet man
new tool, new car, new shoes
fresh to death man
i don’t need you n+gga
fat ass n+gga be smoking them jigga’s
selling your sh+t and gone
send you a picture
yeah i be robbing
glock in my stocking
scary ass n+gga won’t pull that trigger
bang!
they thought i was keef
i’m stealing your sh+t n+gga
look at my tree
i got me a glock all i need is a key
stop blowing her phone
your number delete
rudolph the glock got a beam
i’m f+cking mrs. claus
while she popping a bean
she wearing all red
gotta throw a “b”
i’ll at you n+gga and don’t gotta
sneeze

that’s a b+tch move santa
3
2
3
2
go!

[verse 2] [lrn nola]
tahoe upping the fye
9 times outta 10 if im sliding they dying
tell a b+tch that i’m dead i don’t wanna reply
i done woke up to disses
won’t send back no lyrics
like a dyk+ in the closet who ain’t tell her mama i can’t name a n+gga thats f+cking with me
running off with your mama
ok!ll he piru
so he getting in the right
the left titty for me
coming like boosie and webbie
we from different cities
no cottonelle wipe ya down
b+tch don’t try
piping up with your ugly ass friends
i’ll go get that .40 and pipe you down
i won’t slide down yo chimney
i’ll slide down your block
and we kick in your door
am i understood?
big clips smoking on a big b+tch
make a n+gga nose run
like he peel onions
or caught the flu
yeah i’m giving out hollows for christmas
f+ck a wishlist i got a hit list
i hate santa
i‘ma hawk a boy down
i ain’t mentioning rights
b+tch i’m tryna get right
n+gga f+ck miranda
ain’t heard of that boy
or that b+tch they unknown
you get slapped with this money
then pick up for free
run my city like a taxi
i make ‘em run like a athlete
no suicides
homicide put ‘em right on tv
‘k!ll go get the glock
he put coal in my socks
ima take off my beater
no gifts under tree

[ok!ll]
he dressed up in red
gone leave up in blood
we gone put him under
like i’m his og

[lrn nola]
got the hollows like migos
shoot out like eggs
we gone takeoff his noggin
put ‘em up in a suit
we “just do it” no joggin

[ok!ll]
we gone shoot thru your door
you gone think that we knocking
claiming lrn
n+gga you flockin

[lrn fly]
lrn sh+t you already know
what the f+ck going on
real n+gga sh+t
f+ck you talking bout

[lrn nola]
knew that sh+t hoe
ya heard me
b+tch big motherf+cking lrn
nola b+tch

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