Beefy - f**in Up My Christmas lyrics

Ladies that are fat, ladies that are skinny Ladies that are all night on my jimmy Ladies that won't charge me a buck fiddy Just wanna get with me cuz I so pretty Bitties who wanna bite off a lil sump'n' Best part's the top like a drew barry muffin Bitties that wanna turn on their love oven And cook up a ca**erole of stove top stuffin' Don't stop the s**in cuz you're filled with my gumption Takin care of Beaker cuz I'm Honeydew Bunsen I got ya jonesi' for my potion, got my finger on the bu*ton That's why mc be struttin' Wish I could erase this erection Honey's comin' at me from every direction Lookin' for the love connection A stinky, sweaty, s** without protection So line up the contestants I'll open their drawers like the kid in the sixth sense I won't persist this distance, gotta get up in this She f**in' up my Christmas f**in' up my Christmas is a new way of saying f**in' up my sh** This is not so much a holiday oriented song As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman She's f**in' up my Christmas biznitch Catchin' glimpses of tiny tidbits I was fine till you was in my bizness With you're volleyball booty and you're frilly pink tits Yo what up wit dis, it's mc chris "M" in my name stand for monolith No that's not a lisp, you're a finalist Here's a stash for that a** it says dominance Here's my hotel key and some common sense Get up to my suite or you're incompetent Do you wanna be a winner or the opposite? So lick them lips, drop them sh**s And step on it. f**in' up my Christmas is a new way of saying f**in' up my sh** This is not so much a holiday oriented song As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman She's f**in' up my Christmas biznitch You're f**in up my Christmas biznitch She's f**in' up my Christmas biznitch Catchin' glimpses of tiny tidbits You're f**in' up my Christmas biznitch You're f**in' up my Christmas biznitch You're f**in' up my Christmas biznitch Catchin' glimpses of tiny tidbits