middle of the winter pull up in a vurt middle of december she pullin up her skirt neighborhood santa I pull up wit the work
ahaha
can't be my favorite rapper without 1 christmas song
Hot box full of smoke, dashin through the snow shawty smell my christmas sweater she already know she gone give me head underneath that missletoe amd that molly in my sock we call that stockings full of coal
pockets full of gold try to take it no you won't lay his ass down like an angel in the snow
heater in my coat so i'm never cold like an eskimo i stay by the pole
