Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Santa , by - DAX. Release date: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dear Santa |
| I hope you’re not ignoring my calls again this year, I mean |
| I’m sorry about what happen last year |
| But I’m just really really passionate about Christmas |
| And you were being a Grinch and you know it, okay? |
| So listen |
| Aye Santa, last year you did a good job |
| But this year we need to pick this shit up |
| Last year I said a Cadillac color matte black |
| But this year I think I really want a Bentley truck |
| I don’t want to hear excuses |
| Last year you played me for a fool |
| This year get yo fat ass up |
| I don’t mean to be a nuisance, Santa |
| But after last year I don’t give a fuck |
| I need two phones like I’m Kevin Gates |
| I’m tryna get boo’d up like I’m Ella Mai |
| Last year I got a Lele Pons follow back |
| But this year I’m tryna take Lele on a god damn date |
| I want two homes, wit two gnomes, in two states |
| Two thrones, Grey Poupon on two steaks |
| A crib wit a gate |
| And some fish in a pond wit a hot tub beside of a lake |
| I need tube socks |
| A feature from Tupac |
| A new season of Boondocks |
| Some more ice cuz I’m too hot |
| And this year throw in a flesh light and a juke box |
| I need closure |
| I need more exposure |
| A new diet, preferably kosher |
| Get me a virgin who’s never even kissed a man so I can show her |
| A billboard hit |
| Balmain fit |
| Iced out watch |
| Exclusive kicks |
| And someone whose only only job is to wipe my ass every time I shit, Santa |
| I know you see me |
| Don’t try to play me just like you Stevie |
| And have me wondering and looking so needy |
| I’m not that greedy |
| Just let me get a couple more things and 60 inch TV |
| A personal chef to help me cook |
| And someone to read when I open up a book |
| And let me get some booty |
| Like Captain Hook |
| Dear Dax, uh Santa here |
| It’s not looking good this year, son |
| Ms Clause is sick |
| Rudolph is in the hospital |
| The Popeye’s chicken sandwich ran out |
| I’m black |
| Uh let me connect you with a friend |
| Again Santa, two in years in a row |
| Now I know what you mean when you always say hoe |
| Ima huff puff come and blow down yo door |
| Treat you just like a grudge I ain’t letting you go |
| Ima show you the meaning of pole |
| Do do do and put yo head right in a scope |
| Put a Red dot pon ya head top |
| Have you looking like a real red nose |
| Twas the night before Christmas |
| And all through the house |
| Not a creature was stirring |
| Not even a mouse |
| It was Dax and the Grinch |
| Because Santa’s a bitch |
| So we gon break this shit down |
| And we gon do it like this |