Letras
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Speakin' of which, Christmas right around the fuckin'-
I think what I want for Christmas, is a big booty toxic ho
Hell yeah
Deck the halls with Glocks and 'Raris
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I'm about to catch a body
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Christmas parties, doin' Molly
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Feel like Ken 'cause I be with the Barbies
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Take off, flew off, pull up on a nigga with a red dot
Put it on his nose, now he Rudolph (yeah)
Bad-bad bitch pulled up to the crib
Tryna sip me like eggnog told her take her shoes off, uh (yeah)
Hop inside a foreign, speeding on the interstate
Shorty like it when I take the roof off, uh
I've been blowin' up like crazy and when I do I don't wanna ever hear you call
Yeah, I need a naughty bitch, uh, on my naughty list
I'ma take yo' shawty, bitch, then I'ma put her on my body list
Run up on me, get yo' body lit
Hey, I'm off the Molly, bitch
Do a nigga wrong, like Ally Lotti did (no cap)
Why your shorty in my DM's
Tryna come and give a nigga top, top, top?
On the way coming down your chimney
With the Glock, finna let it pop, pop, pop
Deck the halls with Glocks and 'Raris
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I'm about to catch a body
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Christmas parties, doin' Molly
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Feel like Ken 'cause I be with the Barbies
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Carter Brown Britz, Michael Robinson
Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.