Hey, Rossy
I saw Santa kissin' mama
But there was no mistletoe
Midnight, sharin' food
From Santa's mouth to mommys
Getting crumbs in his beard
Yeah,
That's a bit weird
Cause mama like thirty
And Santa like sixty
What the f
I don't understand
How Santa gets more girls than me
And he's an old man who brings gifts to little kids one day a year
He's literally jobless, dawg-And Rudolph would not like that
Santa did the deed to mama
But there was no mistletoe
Santa packin' heat
Yeah, he must be
There is no other reason
That mama be sleepin'
With this old white-bearded
Man named Santa Claus
She a gold digger cause
Santa got these mini human elves
His slaves
Makin' toys for him
Praisin' him, they're brainwashed
Mama wants a piece of the pie
I don't blame her
She'll be rich till the day she die
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Hey, Rossy
I saw Santa kissin' mama
But there was no mistletoe
Midnight, sharin' food
From Santa's mouth to mommys
Getting crumbs in his beard
Yeah,
That's a bit weird
Cause mama like thirty
And Santa like sixty
What the f
I don't understand
How Santa gets more girls than me
And he's an old man who brings gifts to little kids one day a year
He's literally jobless, dawg-And Rudolph would not like that
Santa did the deed to mama
But there was no mistletoe
Santa packin' heat
Yeah, he must be
There is no other reason
That mama be sleepin'
With this old white-bearded
Man named Santa Claus
She a gold digger cause
Santa got these mini human elves
His slaves
Makin' toys for him
Praisin' him, they're brainwashed
Mama wants a piece of the pie
I don't blame her
She'll be rich till the day she die
I saw Santa kissin' mama
But there was no mistletoe
Midnight, sharin' food
From Santa's mouth to mommys
Getting crumbs in his beard
Yeah,
That's a bit weird
Cause mama like thirty
And Santa like sixty
What the f
I don't understand
How Santa gets more girls than me
And he's an old man who brings gifts to little kids one day a year
He's literally jobless, dawg-And Rudolph would not like that
Santa did the deed to mama
But there was no mistletoe
Santa packin' heat
Yeah, he must be
There is no other reason
That mama be sleepin'
With this old white-bearded
Man named Santa Claus
She a gold digger cause
Santa got these mini human elves
His slaves
Makin' toys for him
Praisin' him, they're brainwashed
Mama wants a piece of the pie
I don't blame her
She'll be rich till the day she die
Writer: Ross Yenerich
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