Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Santa, artist - Chillinit.
Date of issue: 25.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Santa |
«La la la» |
Whatever man (It's the old shit like) |
Let me just bar the fuck out |
That’s how we got here in the first place |
Just rap |
(Just let me spit, like fuck everything else, fuck the mainstream shit, |
imma bar out) |
Call me Billy Bob Thornton with the ball, Bad Santa is back |
It’s Kris Kringle with a cannabis sack, put my fam on the map |
Three Latinas wanna sleep in my bed |
On some Zuckerberg shit, I caught her reading my texts so I left (DAMN) |
Keeping my shit together like silicone did the plumber |
I’m richer than Donald Glover |
Motherfucker carry weight, Jay cutler |
I’m like Usher with the yeah yeah |
Spartan of rap, Gerard Butler is back (you ready?) |
Shit got hip to rot my brain |
Freaky bitch to do it, dripped in launderette |
Tell this woman, that’s my woman, ain’t no woman like my woman |
Have her drippin like the necklace on my chain |
I get reckless off the J (bass, bass) |
Pull up to the crib |
Pass dope like brother, my bars potion |
And my bars potent as shit, shit |
When I flip like the spelling |
Still the same baby nah nah nah, Otis Redding |
Owen Wilson in the back of my car |
Crash a wedding like it’s Hendrix on the riff to guitar, homie shredding the |
shit |
no body, no more |
Call Bobby just to holla and go body this cat |
I bring havoc when I body a rap |
Call it the Mobb Deep revival cause the prodigy’s back, facts |
Bring it back to the scheme and go get it |
Wanna press start, pause to the game, they both settings |
Thats the word play that’s over your brain |
That’s pro levels, but your still save’s dead in it’s lane |
You don’t get it, pathetic |
All these women claim they love my sound |
And bitches still don’t know my lyrics but they love my growl |
And bust down with this boy for the decent figure |
That’s why I break her off some cheddar like a Bega Stringer like urgh |
No wonder rappers swallow my dick |
You wan' be pill poppers, probably why you follow a script |
I can picture all my haters, they studying all my statements just to hate it |
But trust me these boys go follow my shit, that’s sick |
And that’s you, I’m a bottomless pit |
I take an infinite toke, inhale infinite smoke |
This ain’t a plan that I made to be the man with the shit |
But im the man to make his family rich, you ain’t a man, you a bitch |
Guess what, treat you like I’m Russ |
If we talking 'bout the funds, mines really in the trust |
If you talking 'bout your funds, yo it’s really bout to bust |
Only rapper in the game on his category ones |
Getting funds, two decimals and stacks man |
Kind of figured that will get you friendly with your tax man, god damn |
Sent Jesus on a hike and made the profit climb |
Money’s like Christ in three days I make the profit rise |
I told em' bro like straight out |
It’s bars bro, it’s versatility |
It’s business shit, it’s mafioso shit, it’s money shit, it’s family shit |
Like, who doing what we’re doing |
Like not even saying it like a dickhead, it’s like introduce me to someone |
doing what we are doing on a scale we’re doing it |
I’ll shave their fucking head |
Just fuck me dead |
420 fam fuck it, cut the track |
Eat a dick |