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sumo - santa lyrics

[intro]
honcho gang sh-t, b-tch
b-tch, it’s su money
santa
obmbeats
ayy

[chorus]
white b-tch, black b-tch, mixed hoes, panda, uh
one hoe, two hoe, three hoes, santa, uh
i can pull up in that phantom, get this b-tch lit like a muhf-ckin candle, uh
no, i don’t trap out no bando, all i want for christmas is some more ammo, uh
white b-tch, black b-tch, mixed hoes, panda, uh
one hoe, two hoe, three hoes, santa, uh
i can pull up in that phantom, get this b-tch lit like a muhf-ckin candle, uh
no, i don’t trap out no bando, all i want for christmas is some more ammo

[verse 1]
don’t give a f-ck about anything, get her off henny that make her do anything
her p-ssy tighter than skinny jeans, but it get wet like a muhf-ckin swimming team
you can get smoked like its nicotine, big -ss ar, that b-tch look like a limousine
i make you lean like promethazine, glock 17 make you shake like a tambourine
flame up the wood like a camper, b-tch i’m the sh-t like a baby pamper
this sh-t’ll get hotter than tampa, swallow my kids have em mixin like amber
dump through your roof like i’m santa, post on yo block make it thunder like kanter
lurking all night for the ops, me and this glizzy b-tch we in some vampers
n-gga stop posting them tbt’s, you do not be with me, just tryna eat with me
this audi is leaving your gmc, these b-tches burning like bootlegged dvd’s
i run this house like i’m dmc, please don’t take pictures don’t got time for tmz
you know that i keep that heat with me, movie clip i had to call that b-tch tnt

[verse 2]
i’m back in this b-tch off of molly, me and [?] finna t-up the party
they be on bullsh-t like scotty, waitin for you to jump outta yo body
i’m lookin for me a lil thottie, after my show to come give me some toppy
b-tch you cannot get no gifts all you get is this lip, santa said you been naughty
don’t show no sympathy, these n-ggas ifin me, 4 n-ggas sync like a symphony
you want beef it ain’t sh-t to me, please do not mention me, my trigger finger get slippery
this 30 clip hold like infinity, shots at yo head make you lose your memory
30 go down for history, cuz it ain’t [?] some of you n-ggas injuries
i’m lookin like “ain’t this yo b-tch”, shorty be choosing she wanna do d-cks
i done showed her a few tricks, you done wifed her and kissed her on the lips
shorty don’t come to my crib, tryna take pics i be hatin that sh-t
i ain’t with the datin and sh-t, don’t play with me boy you better play with your b-tch

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