Lyrics Tis The Season - Big Freedia

Tis The Season

Can you turn those bells up?
I need a little bit more jingle
Jingle, jingle, jingle, it’s Christmas time
'Tis the season to be naughty
Back it up and shake your body
Make you listen, check it twice
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
Fill the bank roll, check the price
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
'Tis the season to be naughty
Run it back like a Christmas movie
Home alone in the mirror grooving
All I want is some bright red rubies
And bring 'em to me
UPS bring that BDE, talking
VVS, talking Tiffany
It’s that YSL with the jingle bells
Don’t get what I want then I’m raising hell
She want some BB, some
Gabbana, some Gucci
Laurent, CELINE
McQueen and her Louis
All in her red
'Cause the devil wear Prada
Ho ho ho for Balenciaga
Ho ho ho for Balenciaga
'Tis the season to be naughty
Back it up and shake your body
Make you listen, check it twice
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
Fill the bank roll, check the price
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
'Tis the season to be naughty
Start to sway 'cause we going to the North Pole
with the red nose
Call me Frosty, yeah I keep it ice cold
Call me Santa, yeah I roll with three hoes
Oh, holy night
Twelve raindeers on a private flight
Oh, bitch I might
Go duffy duffy duffy before daylight
Oh, you better call Mrs Claus
Hit the deck and then the hoes
I’m on your bitch’s district
Damn, I want Big Freedia for Christmas
'Tis the season to be naughty
Back it up and shake your body
Make you listen, check it twice
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
Fill the bank roll, check the price
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
'Tis the season to be naughty