Dear Santa – Calboy – letras

Ayee Santa, Dax againI hope you’re not gonna ignore my calls again this yearI’m sorry about what happened last year I’m just really, really passionate about Christmas andAnd you were being a GrinchAnd you know itOkay?So listenAye Santa last year you did a good job but this year we need to pick this shit upLast year I said a Cadillac color matte blackBut this year I think I really want a Bentley truckI don’t want to hear excuses last year you played me for a fool this year get yo fat ass upI don’t mean to be a nuisance, Santa but after last yearI don’t give a fuckI need two phones like I’m Kevin gatesI’m tryna get boo’d up like I’m Ella MaiLast year I got a Lele Pons follow backBut this year I’m tryna take Lele on a god damn dateI want two homes, with two gnomes, in two statesTwo thrones, gray poupon on two steaksA crib with a gateAnd some fish in a pond with a hot tub beside of a lakeI need tube socksA feature from 2PacA new season of BoondocksSome more ice ’cause I’m too hotAnd this year throw in a flesh light and a juke boxI need closureI need more exposureA new diet preferably kosherGet me a virgin who’s never even kissed a man so I can show herA billboard hitBalmain fitIced out watchExclusive kicksAnd some who’s only only job is to wipe my ass every time I shitSantaI know you see me, don’t try to play me just like you StevieAnd have me wondering and looking so needyI’m not that greedy just let me get a couple more things and 60 inch TVA personal chef to help me cookAnd someone to read for me when I open up a bookAnd let me get some bootyLike captain hookDelta Air LinesSponsored by Delta Air LinesSeu Conforto Vem Primeiro!Dear Dax, uhh it’s not looking good this year, sonMs. Clause is sickRudolph is in the hospitalThe Popeyes chicken sandwich ran outI’m blackUhh let me connect you with a friendAgain Santa, two in years in row?Now I know what you mean when you always say hoI’ma huff puff come and blow down yo doorTreat you just like a grudge I ain’t letting youI’ma show you the meaning of pole (Do do do)And put yo head right in a scopePut a Red dot ‘pon ya head topHave you looking like a real red nose’Twas the night before ChristmasAnd all through the houseNot a creature was stirring not even a mouseIt was Dax and the GrinchBecause Santa’s bitchSo we gon’ break this shit downAnd we gon’ do it like this