Chris Lanard - Santa Claus Bag

Santa Claus got the bag a
And I got it too
If it ain't all about the pape
Don't hit my line
Benjamin Frank
Know that I'm winning everytime
I hit the club
And I'm picking out a dime
And when I hit that pussy baby
Just know that it's mine
Santa Claus got the bag
And I got it too
I just slid in a coup
That bitch ain't got a roof
All my niggas throw the hands
We ain't got a shoot
See you hatin in the club who the fuck is you
Please don't get it twisted baby
I know that it's fat
All that shit you talkin nigga
We know that it's cap
Anything I speak on
Yeah they gotta know it's facts
I shop out of Neimans nigga
You shop out the gap
I need all baguettes on my wrist
Hoes stand in line like they next on the list
Bottles of the rose watch us flex in the vip
Take a couple with us on the jet to the six
Know we got to keep it lit
She only picking up the blue strips
Make that ass clap its like acoustics
If she bring a friend then I'm choosing
I guess I'm a fuckin opportunist
She love it how I talk to jazzy
If I get her to the crib then I'm hulk smashing
We just hit'em like they blunts
Then we fuckin pass'em
Lord please take the wheel for I fuckin crash it
Spill't this 1942 on the louie jacket
If it ain't all about the pape
Don't hit my line
Benjamin Frank
Know that I'm winning everytime
I hit the club
And I'm picking out a dime
And when I hit that pussy baby
Just know that it's mine
Santa Claus got the bag
And I got it too
I just slid in a coup
That bitch ain't got a roof
All my niggas throw the hands
We ain't got a shoot
See you hatin in the club who the fuck is you
Please don't get it twisted baby
I know that it's fat
All that shit you talkin nigga
We know that it's cap
Anything I speak on
Yeah they gotta know it's facts
I shop out of Neimans nigga
You shop out the gap

Written by:
Christopher Stanley

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