Torner Don Le Christmas Lyrics

Oh Andrew, mashallah baby Tornado on the beat, inshallah on the mic I'm

a celebrity I'm a hustler, endless weed

I'm a icon, I'll plant the seed Iced out, wrist rolls, scarfed up, warm cold

Kickin' off, what's on stocks, not socks Trusting the team, not our holes

Santa's driving, ho ho ho's Gifted for Christmas, lamb bowl bowl

Pig's in blanket, that's a no Andrew's here and I'm making snow

Christmas tree is drip drip Sparkling water, I sip sip

Gang gang, bigger than the crip crip Waitress gets more than the tip tip

Smokies coming, Christmas time Sparkling water, with a lime

Brides who got tees all the time Respect women, including mine

War rooms covered in the mistletoe Will Tristan kiss me, yes or no

I breathe air, Andrew knows Take his shoes, I'll suck his toes

Illuminati roblochi Puff your chest like cigars, I smokey

Chief, you'll miss, call me Loki Dance on the grave like Hokey Cokey

Blue badge, bigotty, I'm evil Rule like Batman, cos I'm not disabled

Unlike Jesus, I'm the off-label Broke the matrix on my screen, broke cable

Today's the boss, many steps in a function Your gal's a politician, she's primed for corruption

Control in the matrix, BIMB My casino's making money, top mafia key

Smokies coming, Christmas time Sparkling water, with a lime

Brides who got tees all the time Respect women, including mine

War rooms covered in the mistletoe Will Tristan kiss me, yes or no

I breathe air, Andrew knows Take his shoes, I'll suck his toes

It's As-Salaam-Alaikum now Private Slater, don't bar your girl in town

Luke on the camera, set the scene Throw me to the couch, he makes me cream

Sigma males, pyramid sales Real men don't do pedicure nails

Oi Santa, try pull-up You're a fat simp, the way you fuller

Do some push-ups, you fat L.A. Aiden, you're on crack

Your wife's on the web, cause interruption It's Christmas dinner and we take destruction

Alhamdulillah, poor Rudolph, no Most Google man, your whole family, no

He's a white man, man like snow Girls in the back, abroad they go

Smokies coming, Christmas time Sparkling water, with a lime

Brides who got tees all the time Respect women, including mine

More room to gobble in the mistletoe Will Tristan kiss me, yes or no

I breathe air, Andrew knows Take his shoes, I'll suck his toes

All I want for Christmas is you, Andrew