Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoked Out Santa , by - Big Freedia. Song from the album Big Freedia's Smokin Santa Christmas, in the genre Release date: 10.12.2020
Record label: Queen Diva
Song language: English
Smoked Out Santa |
| Ooh, it’s Christmas again, girl |
| Ooh, child, it’s Christmas again, girl, the best time of the year |
| Ooh, child |
| Ooh, it’s a little chilly |
| You cold? |
| I’m cold, girl |
| Did you get the weed? |
| Bitch, where is the weed, Miss Thing, girl? |
| (Ooh, that’s strong) |
| Where is the tree? |
| Oh, Christmas trees, oh, Christmas trees |
| I break you down and grind it |
| Oh, Christmas trees, oh, Christmas trees |
| I roll you up and light it |
| I hope you brought the lighter |
| Girl, oh my god |
| Oh, you brought it |
| Did I ever tell you that time? |
| No, you didn’t tell me |
| 'Bout with me and Santa, we got high, bitch |
| What happened? |
| Did I ever tell you that? |
| Tell me everything, girl |
| I had the midnight munchies so I went downstairs |
| I went for Santa’s cookies that I had left there |
| I baked these special, they were handled with care |
| I hope that Santa like 'em and I wanted to share |
| But my munchies were so strong, next thing I knew they were gone |
| I looked at my plate, there were nothing but crumbs |
| I heard a loud noise, it was coming from my chimney |
| Is it really Santa or is someone out to get me? |
| And what to my bloodshot eyes would appear |
| Santa in my house grinning ear to ear |
| He so happy |
| Girl, tell me was he Black, bitch? |
| Yes, Miss Thing, he was black, blacker than ever |
| Holy shit, I ate your cookies but I rolled us a blunt |
| We can spark it in the sleigh or at the crib if you want |
| I got goodies, I got swishers, I got papers, I got raws |
| Let me grab a lighter, no, I won’t tell Ms. Claus |
| He said, «Ho, ho, ho |
| Let’s get high, high, high» |
| We get on the sleigh to take a ride (You ready?) |
| He pulled out his whip as I lit the blunt |
| He say «Dancer,» he say «Prancer |
| Y’all can do what you want |
| Rudy, lead the troops 'cause we gon' cruise for a while» |
| Then he turned to me like, «Pass the weed, my child» |
| He hit the shit so hard then he started to choke |
| I said, «Santa, take it easy, we got plenty of smoke |
| I got indica, sativa and even moon rocks (What you smoke?) |
| Santa, let me take you to my favorite spot» |
| Where you gonna take him? |
| Girl, where did you take him? |
| Bitch, please tell me where you took Santa |
| Ooh, I heard his stomach growling, girl |
| Now we swerving through the hood, we done smoked ten blunts |
| I heard his belly growling, I say, «Santa, what you want?» |
| He said, «Ho, ho, ho, I’m so high, high, high |
| It really don’t matter, just wanna get by» |
| I’ma take you to some food 'cause I know it’s finger lickin' |
| We went to Manchu, we got the five minute chicken |
| He said, «Son, this food is off the chain (So good) |
| I can’t wait 'til we smoke again» |
| Then we rolled, then we choked, then we smoke some mo' |
| I say, «Santa, are you high?», he say, «You already know» |
| Then I laughed and I laughed, I say, «Santa, stop playing» |
| But next Christmas Eve you know where I’m staying |
| I got the weed, I got the trees |
| I’ll see you next year, Santa (See you later) |
| I got the weed, whatever you need |
| I got so high with Santa |
| Girl, he was, I was like, ho, ho, ho |
| When I tell you I was high, high, high |
| Girl, I didn’t wanna tell Santa bye, bye, bye |
| Girl, this was the best night of my life |
| Bitch, I was smoking with Santa |
| That was legendary, bitch |
| Oh, Christmas weed, oh, Christmas weed |
| I wanna smoke and light it |
| Oh, Christmas weed, oh, Christmas weed |
| I wanna smoke and light it |
| Oh, where’s the weed? |
| We got the weed |
| We roll it up and light it |
| Oh, where’s the weed? |
| We got the weed |
| We roll it up and light it |