Him Paul - Trap Santa (feat. Khalil The Goat) Lyrics

Bad bitch gone slay
Come and hop in the sleigh
Come and hop in Santa's lap
Yeah I'm trap Santa you know I got wraps
She bake the cookies like grandma
I get the bag like I'm Santa
Jesus wasn't born on Christmas
These niggas just made up the calendars
Trap Santa secure the bag
Feeling naughty & my bitch bad
She got a list but I ain't popping tags
Hotbox the sleigh & never land
I be in the sky like I'm Peter Pan
I need the cookies in the rubber band
I'm feeling like Santa cause i'm the man
Go down my chimney if you understand
I been trapping like Santa , my reindeer got antler
Need be green like camo My niggas got ammo
F*ck what you tell me , I know you can smell me
I got a bad bitch , short & thick like Treeseli
I be going high up up like propellers
She give me that neck I'ma jolly good fellow
I like my bitches bad and yellow
Want that booty to shake like jello
Want you to go down my chimney
I want you to roll up for polar p
Bad bitches and weed is my remedy
I been trapping and rapping for several weeks
You can listen but you can not smoke for free
I need that cookie she my Christmas Eve
Ima run up these checks till my ankles bleed
I be hanging high like a Christmas wreath
Bad bitch gone slay
Come and hop in the sleigh
Come and hop in Santa's lap
Yeah I'm trap Santa you know I got wraps
She bake the cookies like grandma
I get the bag like I'm Santa
Jesus wasn't born on Christmas
These niggas just made up the calendars
Trap Santa secure the bag
Feeling naughty & my bitch bad
She got a list but I ain't popping tags
Hotbox the sleigh & never land
I be in the sky like I'm Peter Pan
I need the cookies in the rubber band
I'm feeling like Santa cause i'm the man
Go down my chimney if you understand
Bad bitch gone sleigh
33 vertebrae to the spade
In my body providing the consciousness
Kundalini, Jesus oil is dropping in
From the claustrum
Toss the pasta sauce, Olive the garden
I'm the God that took the fall for all them
I'm the cosmic microcosm costume
I'm the ark, the artist in the Arctic
You know that it's frio
I live with my tio
Give her that pito
Like ay dios mio
Out of the door I'm like adios mija
Andele andele andele-ya
Uh Oh
I gave you the gift, bitch now you gotta go
I got a wishlist, they calling for more
Trap santa on Christmas, you already know
Ho ho ho
Bad bitch gone slay
Come and hop in the sleigh
Come and hop in Santa's lap
Yeah i'm trap Santa you know I got wraps
She bake the cookies like grandma
I get the bag like i'm Santa
In the trap with mechanical elves
I'm psychedelic like Mckenna
Trap Santa secure the bag
Feeling naughty & my bitch bad
She got a list but I ain't popping tags
Hotbox the sleigh & never land
I be in the sky like I'm Peter Pan
I need the cookies in the rubber band
I need the cookie like Taraji
I need the slushy sloppy toppy