Santa Claus Lyrics

Santa Claus - Sweezy

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(Ay tjay, you made this?)

Walk in the club

Designer all over my body

These bitches looking up and down

When I walk through wit' the gang

We know how to get it lit, we gon' shut shit down

Bitch I got the sauce (Woah!)

Rickie on me, Ross (Woah!)

Walking like a boss

Sack full of racks like Santa Claus

Bad bitch with me

Sipping on the Whitney

I know is a night that I'm about to get frisky (Uh)

It's so good she could feel it in her kidney

I know that tomorrow afternoon she gon' miss me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

She tryna fuck with the kid (On god)

She see my bag and count, it's a hunnid dollars

She think I'ma blow on a bitch but no

Shawty said she turned on

'Cause I got that Louis Vuitton

I share a bed with the bitch and all I was hearing was, "Oh my god!"

I guess I'm too elite

When it comes to being a freak

'Cause shawty say she got a man but it's funny 'cause watch she need, uh-

She been running to me

It's only been one night and she calling me the man

She say, "Sweezy got them magic", uh, uh, Alakazam!

Walk in the club

Designer all over my body

These bitches looking up and down

When I walk through wit' the gang

We know how to get it lit, we gon' shut shit down

Bitch I got the sauce (Woah!)

Rickie on me, Ross (Woah!)

Walking like a boss

Sack full of racks like Santa Claus

Sack on my body when I walk in

In the Maybach wit' a bad bitch topless

when I'm moving cautious

Fall back, you don't wanna come and try to top this

Watch yo' step (Step)

Run up on me, I'ma cause a threat (Threat)

Walk in the party I watch 'em all get wet

, I know that she wanna run shit back

Too cold when I'm in it

Switch flows every minute

Got a bitch at the telly she lookin' downtown finished

did it

, fitted

Look at all these diamonds on me, dance, dance, dancin'

Rockstar living feel like Marilyn Manson

I'ma beat it, beat it to the bitch not standin' no more

I said, "What's the cause of this?"

Sorry 'bout my body I been coughin' it

6'5 baby I'm hard to miss

Mask up just like I'm anonymous

Walk in the club

Designer all over my body

These bitches looking up and down

When I walk through wit' the gang

We know how to get it lit, we gon' shut shit down

Bitch I got the sauce (Woah!)

Rickie on me, Ross (Woah!)

Walking like a boss

Sack full of racks like Santa Claus