Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Santa , by - Chillinit. Release date: 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 |