Dear Black Santa

Dax

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    H-H-Hey Santa, it's, it's Dax again (hi)
    Just checking if you got my list (oh)
    Dear Mr. Santa (hello)
    My name is Dax and I've been a good kid
    I made a list of the shit that I wanted this year
    Did you read it? I'm hoping you did (you did)
    I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney
    Just so you know where I live (Google maps)
    Stop watching porn, gave to the homeless (so like, damn dude)

    Don't be a bitch
    Yeah, I want a Cadillac color matte black (skrr)
    Yeah, I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (hm)
    Yeah, I want a crib to crash with a pool and
    A court and a golf course all in the back (yah)
    Yeah, I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars
    Instagram a million followers take out food from Benihana's (please)
    I need a follow back from Lele Pons (where you at?)

    I need a Drake feature on a song (go on then)
    I could probably do this shit myself and all
    But I ain't really tryna wait that long (facts)
    So Santa this is my list and
    I'm confident in you that you will complete it (I know you will)
    Me and your daughter are friends and
    If I don't get all of my shit I'ma Mike Jackson beat it
    Dear Mr. Dax
    I took the time to go over your list
    And unfortunately I'm sorry to say
    You have been a bad kid (very naughty)

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    I can get some shit but not all those God damn gifts (sorry)
    And as for my daughter young man
    There ain't no way your fuckin' that bitch
    Man, fuck you Santa
    I don't even want your gifts
    I don't even want that car
    I don't even want that bitch
    I don't even want that shit
    Now I want Mrs. Clause

    Want her sayin' ho, ho, ho, ho
    While she's on my pole, pole, pole, pole
    Keep my wrist froze, froze, froze, froze
    While I play games with Rudolph
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm crazy Santa
    Gave her the dick, banana
    Came through with the heat, the jammers
    Butt cheeks through the sheets, pajamas

    So what does that mean?
    I think it means that I win either way
    I'll leave you cookies and milk and a note on the table
    And here is what that shit's gonna say
    Make sure you clean the motherfuckin' chimney (I want it spotless)
    Make sure you turn off the lights when you done (got bills to pay dude)

    Make sure you leave me a tip on the table (that's right for me)
    Don't eat two cookies, your fat ass gets one
    Don't forget to leave shit in my stocking yeah you know where it's at
    Milk chocolate, some henny and condoms with that
    Xanax, weed to sell in the trap
    Don't lie Santa, boy, I know that you're black

    Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
    Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen
    Talk shit they all go missin'
    Santa nigga it's Merry Christmas
    (Merry Christmas)
    (I got all the loot)
    (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
    It's Dax

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    Composition: Daniel nwosu

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