Dr1ppy on the track huh
Yeah
Aye
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Now we finna get this party jumpin', Santa with the hoes (Yeah)
I can't let 'em get my ego down, I make 'em do my chores (That's my ego)
She a big booty broad lil' bitch, I'm bustin' down the door (Lil' bitch!)
Give a f*ck about a chimney, got da cigarette to smoke (Like f*ck!)
Can you see? Woah
Caz I can't even breath (Yeah!)
What is Christmas all about, its 'bout the sacrificial king
So why you fien, hoe? (Gas)
She hop up on her knees
She got it all up under her ass like an artificial tree (Yeah!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Make her drop it low, she make her booty f*ck the floor (She do)
I'm the bad motha f*ckin' Santa Clause, yeah, I know (Yeah, I do)
If I'm comin' with the presents then she comin' with the coke (Yeah)
She a bottle model bitch, she gon' hit the tree and choke (Hold on)
Yeah I know
Woah
Tell that f*cker hit the road (Hit the road)
Imma onomanapia bam boot her out the door (Bam, boot!)
Like this ain't no Christmas jingle, this the motha f*ckin' code (Get it)
If I catch my Brodie cheatin', I won't never ever fold (I won't fold)
I be blind as a bat, Ray Charles up to bat
She ask me all these questions 'bout a bitch what is that? (Skrr)
I can hangout with the 3 blind mice but not a rat (Not a rat)
And Merry xmas to my exes that won't ever get me back (Yeah, skrr!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
It's just me and the bros
And we rollin' down the road (Aye)
This new Santa got a sleigh
And it's push to start to go (Yeah)
Gotta saddle up the pony
F*ck a Rudolph and his nose (Aye)
And the album on the way
Guess I'm in that album mode (Lit!)
Dr1ppy - What's Under the Tree? Lyrics
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Dr1ppy on the track huh
Yeah
Aye
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Now we finna get this party jumpin', Santa with the hoes (Yeah)
I can't let 'em get my ego down, I make 'em do my chores (That's my ego)
She a big booty broad lil' bitch, I'm bustin' down the door (Lil' bitch!)
Give a f*ck about a chimney, got da cigarette to smoke (Like f*ck!)
Can you see? Woah
Caz I can't even breath (Yeah!)
What is Christmas all about, its 'bout the sacrificial king
So why you fien, hoe? (Gas)
She hop up on her knees
She got it all up under her ass like an artificial tree (Yeah!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Make her drop it low, she make her booty f*ck the floor (She do)
I'm the bad motha f*ckin' Santa Clause, yeah, I know (Yeah, I do)
If I'm comin' with the presents then she comin' with the coke (Yeah)
She a bottle model bitch, she gon' hit the tree and choke (Hold on)
Yeah I know
Woah
Tell that f*cker hit the road (Hit the road)
Imma onomanapia bam boot her out the door (Bam, boot!)
Like this ain't no Christmas jingle, this the motha f*ckin' code (Get it)
If I catch my Brodie cheatin', I won't never ever fold (I won't fold)
I be blind as a bat, Ray Charles up to bat
She ask me all these questions 'bout a bitch what is that? (Skrr)
I can hangout with the 3 blind mice but not a rat (Not a rat)
And Merry xmas to my exes that won't ever get me back (Yeah, skrr!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
It's just me and the bros
And we rollin' down the road (Aye)
This new Santa got a sleigh
And it's push to start to go (Yeah)
Gotta saddle up the pony
F*ck a Rudolph and his nose (Aye)
And the album on the way
Guess I'm in that album mode (Lit!)
Yeah
Aye
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Now we finna get this party jumpin', Santa with the hoes (Yeah)
I can't let 'em get my ego down, I make 'em do my chores (That's my ego)
She a big booty broad lil' bitch, I'm bustin' down the door (Lil' bitch!)
Give a f*ck about a chimney, got da cigarette to smoke (Like f*ck!)
Can you see? Woah
Caz I can't even breath (Yeah!)
What is Christmas all about, its 'bout the sacrificial king
So why you fien, hoe? (Gas)
She hop up on her knees
She got it all up under her ass like an artificial tree (Yeah!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Make her drop it low, she make her booty f*ck the floor (She do)
I'm the bad motha f*ckin' Santa Clause, yeah, I know (Yeah, I do)
If I'm comin' with the presents then she comin' with the coke (Yeah)
She a bottle model bitch, she gon' hit the tree and choke (Hold on)
Yeah I know
Woah
Tell that f*cker hit the road (Hit the road)
Imma onomanapia bam boot her out the door (Bam, boot!)
Like this ain't no Christmas jingle, this the motha f*ckin' code (Get it)
If I catch my Brodie cheatin', I won't never ever fold (I won't fold)
I be blind as a bat, Ray Charles up to bat
She ask me all these questions 'bout a bitch what is that? (Skrr)
I can hangout with the 3 blind mice but not a rat (Not a rat)
And Merry xmas to my exes that won't ever get me back (Yeah, skrr!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
What's under the tree (Tree)
Whats under my nose (Nose)
I got crack cocaine stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
It's just me and the bros
And we rollin' down the road (Aye)
This new Santa got a sleigh
And it's push to start to go (Yeah)
Gotta saddle up the pony
F*ck a Rudolph and his nose (Aye)
And the album on the way
Guess I'm in that album mode (Lit!)
Writer: Nathaniel James
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