STRAWBERRY SANTA iN SHAOLiN

Lyrics

(Ayo Pete, turn me up) (Uh, yeah) Uh, diamonds crystal clear (clear) Beam up on the Glock Got a red nose like reindeer I ain't gotta talk (talk) I might just vanish (vanish) Package landed so damn hard It got me speaking Spanish (Spanish) Ice upon my chain D-D-Damn near caused an avalanche (yeah) I feel like Rudolph with my hooligans All I want for Christmas is a Springfield with a cooling kit Neon Nightmare got me wishing for a private plane I fly through Japanese with the teriyaki turbulence Rain stains when I grip to wood grain Stage fright, I never heard of that Tires made by Michelin I'mma fly back to Michigan Maybach on my wishlist Thеy fell asleep on my left wrist (RiFF) Next Christmas I'mma ball in this bitch I feel likе Vince Carter when I Grant Hill I'mma drink Sprite My ice was polite I might, throw it off the glass like Antonio McDyess When I put bricks up under my shoulder pads I feel like Friday Night Lights You see them ceiling fans, that's only five blades I told you if we fly to Vegas Ain't no way we stay at Mandalay Bay I need my paper, ¡Ándale! RiFF RAFF 'Ghanistan Me and Dollar Mullet Man That shit go hand in hand I feel like Clay Matthews Park Avenue was in baby blue Baby blue hue I bought a mansion out in Louisville 45 acres, I was pullin' up like "Who is him?" Pullin' up in Rucker, and I ain't even rockin' Timbs 1994 and you at home playing Sims 5 AM, I stole the keys from the janitor I'm breaking in the auxiliary gym I'd, I'd, I'd throw it off the glass, hanging on the rim But I dunked it first You bought that bitch a purse I broke the family curse You made that shit worse I'm in Europe with Fred Durst All them folks dun' heard of me They steal my style like burglary Cut through traffic like surgery (yeah) I, I'm shaking dice with Tyler Perry Sang a hook like Mariah Carey Kindergarten cop Yeah, I feel like Jeff Gordon feeling Vogues of the lot I'm the Neon Nectarine Dream Team Aston Martin jeans, emerald green on the seam Alexander McQueen Lean flavoured jelly beans (RiFF, uh, yeah) I'm sippin' bar at the Tony Robbins seminar The Pontiac was a matte black (black) I pay for questions, but that's only if they ask RiFF RAFF, last laugh Lime on Jag, lemon lime on the paper tag Take 'em to the foreman, let 'em fill up grocery bags I'm out in UK with the fully diamond Toucan Sam RiFF