Dax - Dear Black Santa lyrics

Dear Mr. Santa (hello) My name is Dax and I’ve been a good kid I made a list of the s**t that I wanted this year Did you read it? I’m hoping you did (you did?) I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney Just so you know where I live (google maps) Stop watching p**n, gave to the homeless (so like, damn dude) Don’t be a b***h! Yeah I want a cadillac color matte black (skrr) Yeah I want a thick b***h with a fat a*s (hm) Yeah I want a crib to crash with a pool in the corner and a golf course all in the back (yah) Yeah I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars crystal Grab my million followers take out you from benihana (b***h) I’m getting followed back from Lele Pons (where you at) I need a Drake feature on a song I could probably do this s**t myself and all But I ain’t really tryna wait that long (facts) So Santa this is my list and I’m confident in you that you will complete it Me and your daughter are friends and if I don’t get all of my s**t Dear Mr. Dax I took the time to go over your list And unfortunately I’m sorry to say You have been a bad kid (very naughty) I can get some s**t but not all those god damn gifts (sorry) And as for my daughter young man There ain’t no way your f*****g that b***h Man, f**k you Santa I don’t even want your gifts I don’t even want that car I don’t even want that b***h I don’t even want that s**t Now I want Miss Clause Now you saying is Ho Ho Ho Ho Watch this on my po po po po Keep my wrist fro fro fro froze When I play games with Rudolph Yeah yeah yeah I’m crazy Santa Gave her the d**k, banana Came through with the heat, pajamas bu*t cheeks through the sheets, vagina So what does that mean? I think it means that I went out away I’ll leave you cookies and milk and a note in the table And here is what that s**t’s gonna say: Make sure you clean the mahf**ing chimney (I want it spotless) Make sure you turn off the lights when you done (got bills to pay dude) Make sure you leave me a tip on the table (thats right for me) Don’t eat two cookies your fat a*s gets one Don’t forget to leave s**t in my sock yeah you know where it’s at Milk, chocolates, some henny and condoms with that Xanax, weed to sell in the track Don’t lie Santa, boy I know that you’re black Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet Cupid Dunder and blitz and dog s**t ay .. mints, Santa N***a it’s Merry Christmas (Merry Christmas)