The Very Next Day ft. Lil Mop Lyrics

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special

Last Christmas, I gave you my dick, and the very next day, got hit with a stick

This year, I'm moving a brick, and I got a Latina, she thick (Big booty, big booty, big booty bitch)

Okay, all I want for Christmas is a big booty, bitch

And she says she wanna fuck, but I just don't give a shit

I said my pockets deep as fuck, no, I don't fit in a niche

You see me riding with the younger boys, yeah, they all my clique

I don't get her what she want for Christmas, she throw a fit

How's it my fault? I thought all you wanted was a dick pic

I said I'm trying to fuck, and I'm never gonna quit

All I want for Christmas is to rub on your tits

Yeah, I told that lil bitch to find God, cause with that God, I think that she lost

And for me, yeah, she hang on the cross. Yeah, for me, yeah, she know I'm the boss

Yeah, I'm dripping in Fiji, not Voss. You pull up on me and get crossed

I'm the mop, I got the sauce. She left me, I call it her loss

And you know that I'm using bitches. And you know that I'm scamming hoes

And she says that I'm kinda vicious, and I told her it kinda shows

And I don't need no record label, cause my shit finna blow

And you can't sit in front of me, cause I'm in the front row

Yeah, that bitch kinda dumb. Yeah, that bitch kinda slow

It's Myery Mopidays, I'm playing in the snow

With the snow bunnies, and they throwing hella ass

Hella bad bitches, but I'ma have to pass

Yo, I don't know why these bitches be so mad at me

I just pull up on them and I fuck them all casually

And she was the one making scenes at the Applebee's

Hey, you were the one that was really just bad for me

Why you tryna make it a fight? If I pull up on you, make everything right

I might go back to the dark for a night, but maybe I'm just tryna look at the light

I don't think that we can fix all that shit from the past

I don't think that if we make it, I don't think that we will last

We do it again and again. (Why)

We do it again and again. (Why)

We do it again and again. (Why)

We do it again and again. I'm just here to finally win

I know I can't stop until I reach the end

I call up my bro and I gotta call up my twin

I'm on some evil shit I think I might sin

Santa, please don't put me on the naughty list