Mr. Clause ft. Lil Mac Lyrics

Coming up to winter, yeah we leaving from the fall

Yeah, me and twin in the whip, we pull up to the mall

Yeah, I'm walking around all the stores and I see Mr. Clause

Yeah, he asked me what I want and I said, "Bitch, I want it all"

Yeah, he climbing down my chimney and I'm hoping he don't fall

Now he's staring at my tree and he said, "Damn, that shit is tall"

Tell me how the hell does Santa know exactly what I want?

I didn't write a single letter, did he give my mom a call?

I swear to you, this dude is magic

Otherwise, I don't know how this could happen

I don't know how this dude got what I'm asking

He knew and I didn't tap in

He got no mail from me

Delivering like he's JaVale McGee

I don't know how I could fail to see

It's cause I made them cookies and milk

I'm taking the credit, I'm not taking guilt

Don't know why people say that he ain't real

Don't look at the facts, cause they all in their feels

Cuz there's no way you denying it still

You know he's real

I'm seeing his reindeer on top of the hill

You said otherwsie, then I'm gonna kill

Hell naw, I'm on the nice list still

You know that he got all them dollar bills

I'm not talking about Coach, but he got Mills

And non-believers all up in they feels

They don't believe, they getting coal until

Coming up to winter, yeah we leaving from the fall

Yeah, me and twin in the whip, we pull up to the mall

Yeah, I'm walking around all the stores and I see Mr. Clause

Yeah, he asked me what I want and I said, "Bitch, I want it all"

Yeah, he climbing down my chimney and I'm hoping he don't fall

Now he's staring at my tree and he said, "Damn, that shit is tall"

Tell me how the hell does Santa know exactly what I want?

I didn't write a single letter, did he give my mom a call?

Did he give my mom a call, did he call her through the phone?

How did that big jolly fella know what I don't own?

Does he do this stuff himself or does he have some clones?

There ain't no damn way that he does this on his own

All I want for Christmas is a bunch of fine gardening tools

Hold up, maybe you could add a brand new iPhone

Santa that's my Christmas list that;s all I'm asking for

Now we right back to the chorus and you know how this thing goes

Coming up to winter, yeah we leaving from the fall

Yeah, me and twin in the whip, we pull up to the mall

Yeah, I'm walking around all the stores and I see Mr. Clause

Yeah, he asked me what I want and I said, "Bitch, I want it all"

Yeah, he climbing down my chimney and I'm hoping he don't fall

Now he's staring at my tree and he said, "Damn, that shit is tall"

Tell me how the hell does Santa know exactly what I want?

I didn't write a single letter, did he give my mom a call?