Sev Does Christmas 2

by Sev Does Music

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INTRO I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents. Underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas. . . Is a whole. Lotta. Cash! CHORUS I pull up to your crib in a slay Pulling out the blick, givin' gifts on Christmas day I'm drippin' like a snowman like it's dippin' from the heat I cash out like a Scrouge cuz my paycheck kinda neat I don't want a lot, I don't want a lot I don't want a lot, I don't want a lot Catch me at the lot, I don't play a lot Welcome to the spot, where you 'bout to drop VERSE Shout out my boy Frosty cause the homie kinda chill Shout out my guy Rudolph cause he kinda fly for real Shout out to the Clause cause you know he gonna hook me up with All that good stuff I'm a savage, savage, Saint got me the baggage Lavish, you average, I got be a bad b*tch Tragic, I'm massive, make you go like magic pullin' out the glock, 9 mil, now I'm mad b*tch CHORUS I pull up to your crib in a slay. Pulling out the blick, givin' gifts on Christmas day. I'm drippin' like a snowman like it's dippin' from the heat. I cash out like a Scrouge cuz my paycheck kinda neat. I don't want a lot, I don't want a lot. I don't want a lot, I don't want a lot. Catch me at the lot, I don't play alot. Welcome to the spot, where you 'bout to drop.
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VERSE 1 Homeboy got the lights up, strug across the awning I got Christmas spirit, so much you don't see me yawning If I see you yawning, it's gon be the last time Smack you 'cross the mouth cuz mo'fukah it is Christmas time No time to be grumpy, if you slackin' you a Scrouge No more playing games, grab the sled, it's time to move All these people out here, yeah, they gon celebrate The birth of the Lord and Savior Santa the Saint, yah CHORUS Chrima Dance, yah Chrima Dance, yah Chrima Dance, yah Chrima Dance, yah VERSE 2 FC on the mic, 'bout to drop it like it's cold Yeah I dropped it cause my fingers got frostbitten from the snow Better play nice, else I'll make you let it go Better not be naughty cuz Saint Nicky is my bro, oh Frightening like the weather, brrr, dripped out in my sweater 'Bout to pop some lead cuz I'm writing me a letter I'll mail it to the Clause, hope he puts me on that good list I'll be eatin' fine once he gets me all that good sh*t CHORUS Chrima Dance, yah Chrima Dance, yah Chrima Dance, yah Chrima Dance, yah x2
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CHORUS Saint Nicky with the gyatt (That's a thicc boy) Wanna play with some of that (Play it like a toy) Sain Nicky, come on back. Let me touch up on that sack I just wanna see you throw it back x2 VERSE No homo, but look at that ahh Film slow mo, he shakin' it back All I want for Christmas is some bootay See it wobble when I shake it like a milkshake I don't ask for much just wanna A little, a bit a, a some a, a dat Aaaaaaaaah, lemmie see some of that Mrs. Clause be lucky She prolly give it two quick smacks before lunchy And then another smack right there for dessert And then he put some ice on his chair cuz it hurt I know he gotta bring that gyatt to the slay That's why he use magic, cuz the botty gonna weigh Get a, get a move on Saint, you don't wanna be late You don't even need cookies cuz you got that cake CHORUS Saint Nicky with the gyatt (That's a thicc boy) Wanna play with some of that (Play it like a toy) Sain Nicky, come on back. Let me touch up on that sack I just wanna see you throw it back x4
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released December 25, 2023

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