Santa

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TiaCorine & Frais - Rap

Santa

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Duration: 2:05

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[Intro: TiaCorine] Oh-ah-oh, woah, woah Woah-ah-oh, woah, woah Ohh-ah-oh, woah, woah Woah-ah-oh (Grove$ide work) Huh, yeah (Grove$ide) [Pre-Chorus: TiaCorine] Huh, yeah Ohh, oh, oh, oh Huh Ohh-uh-oh Huh (Yeah, yeah) Ohh, oh, oh, oh Huh, yeah Ohh, woah [Chorus: TiaCorine] Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, woah, yeah, woah (Pussy girl, yeah, you know my man) Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, woah, yeah (I don't give no fuck, don't give no damn) Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, woah, yeah, woah (Pussy boy, you must know my man) Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, yeah (I don't give no fuck, don't give no damn) [Post-Chorus: TiaCorine] Every boy call me Santa, I just want my list If I call and you don't answer, get 'em outta here Every boy call me Santa, I just want my list If I call and you don't answer, get 'em outta here [Verse 1: TiaCorine] Ice cold, no fridge Got connects, no bridge New nigga, you old Call that nigga Otis Blue hair, yellow bitch Just like Marge Simpson I'm too high right now, I don't wanna take a pic I'm too high right now, can't feel my limbs My voice so fire, I don't need adlibs My nigga got me, so they wanna be like him Synonyms, melanin Brown sugar, cinnamon [Chorus: TiaCorine] Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, woah, yeah, woah (Pussy girl, yeah, you know my man) Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, woah, yeah (I don't give no fuck, don't give no damn) Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, woah, yeah, woah (Pussy boy, you must know my man) Huh, woah, yeah, woah Huh, yeah (I don't give no fuck, don't give no damn) [Verse 2: Frais] Saw you wit' ya mans, but he is not the kid Got another type of rapper, she tryna hit a lick ALYX jeans, Jordan 6 Look at me, take a pic 'Cause these drugs that I mix up, might take me outta here Take your bitch to my foreign, 'cause your Uber here Think they built my car backwards, engine in the rear Sung my song like a phantom, kissin' on the French You were born in Atlanta, livin' in the air Shanaynay in Dior, the million dollar bitch Anything I can order, she can make appear All these bands, I can't spoil her, 'cause she not my bitch And you know once it's over, feed her to the clip [Outro: Frais] Ooh, yeah Woah, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, oh-oh-oh Ooh, ooh, oh Ooh, ohh, oh-oh-oh Here we go!

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