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Boosie Badazz – Santa Claus of the Ghetto Lyrics

Santa Claus of the Ghetto Lyrics by Boosie Badazz


Playboy on the beat
Santa to me
Santa Claus ain’t never really come down our chimney
We had other Santa Claus
Straight up
They was Santa to me

I know a n---- out my hood, he brought everybody turkey
Hustlin’, hustler, he had everybody workin’
Clean from head to toe when you see him up in person (Sha)
He’ll break you off a pack if you hungry and you thirsty (Cha)
I’m talkin’ Cam Ricks, Lee Lucas, Kenny Wayne (Yeah)
Only thing we got from Michael Jordan was a ring
A fifty dollar bill will make a kid smile bright
Thank you, Mr. Dope Dealer, for what you did that night
Hit a n---- with a whole brick just for lead, get on your feet
This some full s---, no ho s---, this s--- is deep
He had to whack a n---- (Whack ’em), smack a n---- (Smack ’em)
That n---- weak, holidays he flood the whole street
Santa Claus of the ghetto

Santa Clause of the ghetto
Please, don’t go to jail, my n---- (My n----)
Santa Claus of the ghetto

He bought his mama a house, told her, “Merry Christmas” (Hi, mom)
This n---- livin’ like a boss, he bought his sister a Rolly (Woo)
And a bracelet to match (Damn), told her, “Merry Christmas” (Merry Christmas)
Now these n----- showin’ up
He put Gucci on his daughter, he put Gucci on her mama
Merry Christmas, girl, ’cause you loyal and you silent
Now, we talkin’ diamonds, little chains for the clique (Yeah)
That’s all them n----- need, they ain’t never had s---
Same n----, same fit, same game, same clique
Merry Christmas, n----, dog, you home from the pen
When I was a kid, I prayed that God protect Santa
Keep him gettin’ money, keep that n---- out the slammer
Santa Claus of the ghetto

Santa Clause of the ghetto
Please, don’t go to jail, my n---- (My n----)
Don’t go to jail, not right now
Santa Claus of the ghetto

I know you gotta do what you do, but
N---- stay out here, a n---- need you
Please, don’t go to jail, my n---- (My n----)
Don’t go to jail, don’t go to jail
Check it, this for the outro

Santa I know pay bills for the old folks
Santa I know give gifts to they kinfolk
Santa I know will bail you out you go to jail, n----
Santa I know will cut your motherfuckin’ throat
Feed it to the reindeer and ride with ’em everywhere
Santa I know will put a n---- on
This for Big U and the Crips
I know they got some Crips ridin’
Don’t go to jail, my n----
Santa Claus of the ghetto
Stay outta jail, n----
The hood needs you


BOOSIE BADAZZ LYRICS


Savage Holidays (2018)

01. Savage Holidays
02. Santa Claus of the Ghetto
03. Christmas List
04. P---- Got Me Like
05. Cold Outside
06. Bottom
07. Another Christmas Without My N-----
08. The B---- Who Stole Christmas
09. Christmas Lights
10. War Stories
11. This Christmas
12. New Years Resolution
13. Track Life Forever

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