Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell hoe
We under the tree, kissin' by the mistletoe
We can go outside, lil baby, let it snow
Gotta get sum milk and cookies, gotta buy it from the store
I'm a rapper, wrapping paper
Imma love her, imma date her
I'm like Santa, see you later
Pockets bread, so we gon' cater
Wanna blondie, got some coffee
Be like Xshon, well they can't stop me
Be on Facetime, off the wocky
At the top, you know it's Rocky
Ho, ho, the mistletoe, you can clearly see
Tryna go to Rock City with you Kaylee
Got that cash at the top of my wishlist
That blunt gon' hit me in the chest like a hit stick
If we choosing sides, my lil' baby first pick
I wont ever switch cause you know I'd miss this
I want you for myself, I gotta be stingy
My pockets so old, yuh they gettin' dingy
Hop off my cock, yeah you fuckin' clingy
But I ain't gonna lie, yuh, you know I like that vibe
In that pussy imma thrive
It's so wet I take a dive
Ate it like some apple pie
Instagram, we going live
I'm tryna be your man
Is that a good plan
Im bout to be a freak, you can call me Dirty Dan
East Atlanta Santa
Mix promethazine with my Fanta
Im going ape shit in this bitch, I go bananas
FBGM, fuck bitches, that is my propaganda
Designer broads in this hoe just like fuckin' Panda
I ain't got no fuckin' manners
Free my brother out the slammer
Pack of vodka, got me hammered (yuh)
Last year was a lonely Christmas
Now it's Holly Jolly
Oh my golly
She my shotty
Bout to go and grab a coffee