Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck You It's Christmas , by - PROF. Release date: 24.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck You It's Christmas |
| Face covered in some barbecue sauce |
| I’ll dress up like a drunk Santa Claus |
| And if I see one more rich person getting a car |
| I’m 'bout to burn that motherfucker’s garage (It's Christmas) |
| My family creepy as it gets |
| Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick |
| Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas |
| I don’t wanna hold your kid |
| That’s some scary fucking shit, ick |
| Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas |
| All through the night, little spoiled-ass kids dream about what they might get |
| All through the night, I contemplate about which blunt I might hit, |
| lickity split |
| All through the night, I congratulate my sister on becoming a vegan |
| All through the night, I ponder about an excuse to leave for the legion |
| My uncle bragging that this his last d dub |
| I’ll let that plate past me up, that food looks nasty as fuck (Hmm) |
| Wow, nonstop, giving advice, right, like your life ain’t broken |
| Wow, thank you for pressuring marriage in front of my girlfriend |
| Still can’t tell my nephews apart |
| And my stepfather thinks he’s in charge |
| And if I see one more rich person getting a car |
| I’m 'bout to burn that motherfucker’s garage (It's Christmas) |
| My family creepy as it gets |
| Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick |
| Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas |
| I don’t wanna hold your kid |
| That’s some scary fucking shit, ick |
| Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas |
| Real quick, I didn’t get nobody shit |
| I don’t want talk politic |
| Yes, I know I’ve gotten big |
| Who the fuck is that lil kid |
| Who’s taking shots in the kitchen? |
| I’m down to assist |
| I don’t want sit next to uncle, he smell |
| You got diabetes this year I can tell |
| Look up the location of nearest hotel |
| Somebody help |
| Somebody help me 'fore they start karaoke |
| Oh no here go hokey pokey, I think I need lil smokey (Ho, ho) |
| My mama wanna wash my mouth out with soapy |
| I’m brown out drunk on the lowkey |
| Somebody throw me a floatie (Ho, ho) |
| Face covered in some barbecue sauce |
| I’ll dress up like a drunk Santa Claus |
| And if I see one more rich person getting a car |
| I’m 'bout to burn that motherfucker’s garage (It's Christmas) |
| My family creepy as it gets |
| Grandpa kiss me on the lips, ick |
| Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas |
| I don’t wanna hold your kid |
| That’s some scary fucking shit, ick |
| Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas |
| If you’d rather leave your family and go kick it with your friends |
| Say «Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas» |
| If you’d rather keep your money then go out and overspend |
| Say «Fuck you. |
| It’s Christmas» |
| Whoo hoo hoo |
| «Ay, uh, if you know anybody between the ages of 3 and 12 |
| Play this song for them, know what I mean |
| Make sure they hear this |
| The harsh realities of the world |
| They need to be aware of that, you know what I mean |
| Santa Claus is real, though. |
| Santa Claus is real, though» |