Mr. Grinch Lyrics

You're a mean one, shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one

When you hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one

You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun, come on

I don't give a fuck about a nigga or his bitch

I Only care about all this green, I'm like the fuckin Grinch

I'm ballin' now, but can't forget when I was

On the bench We bloin loud up in the back and you can

Smell the stench

It's Christmas time, I'm the type to come

And wrap it up I don't wanna have to be the one to slap

Him up I ain't never have to be the one to dap him

Up I got niggas in the trenches, probably clap

Him up Gucci's on, yeah, she got it with the red

Bottoms When it come to Santa, I don't want a hear bout him

Mrs. Claus, I found a place where you don't

Need your ring Christmas shit, I got your bitch and she

Jump on my dick It's like the AMC, okay, it's lonely at the

top, but it's the place to be And she's a treesh, she's a phony, what she claim to be

I heard they got a lot to say, but they won't say it to me

Like you're a mean one, shortly hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one

When she hop up on a stick, yeah, you're a foul one

You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun, come on

I don't give a fuck about a nigga or his bitch I just wanna hear him screamin' like a fuckin

bitch I'm ballin' now, but can't forget when I was

on the bench We blowin loud up in the back and you can

Smell the stench Not the type to lie about it, but you cry about

It When it come to takin' shit, I'm like the pioneer

When it come to hatin' shit, my nigga, I am him

I'm the reason why she poppin' when she's out, uh

Ballin' now, but I am not the type to pay your rent

And I can never be a step-dad nigga, fuck them kids

I'm just that nigga that be tryin' to get inside your ribs

I'm stealin' shit, I'm dressed like Santa, run inside your crib

Don't talk to me if you don't wanna take that walk with me

My dog Max, be just as pissed, he just be barkin' at me

My whole objective is for Whoville to just not be happy

He talkin' crazy in the back, I don't wanna hear him yappin

Let's get his ass a fuckin' stocking just for all that cappin

You don't wanna see me now, but you can't hate me now

I'm the type to get it up and never give a fuck

And you the type to give it up, come on

You're a mean one, shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one

When she hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one

You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun

Come on, you're a mean one

Shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one

When she hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one

You're not rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun

Come on

Mr. Grinch, you really are a heel

You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel

Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a..

Greasy black eel

Body bag, nigga

Merry Christmas, niggas