dear black santa

Singer:dax

h-h-hey santa

it's

it's dax again

just checking if you got my list

dear mr. santa

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

i put my country

my state

my street

my chimney

just so you'd know where i live

stopped watching porn

gave to the homeless

don't be a bitch!

yeah i want cadillac color matte black

yeah i want a thick bitch with a fat ass

yeah i want a crib to crash with a pool and a court and a golf course all in the back

yeah i want gucci

prada coupled with a million dollars

instagram a million followers

takeout food from benihana's

i need a follow back from lele pons

i need a drake feature on a song

i could probably do this shit myself and all

but i ain't really tryna wait that long

so santa this is my list and i'm confident in you that you'll complete it

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

i can get you some shit but not all those god damn gifts

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 saying hoe hoe hoe hoe

while she's on my pole pole pole pole

keep my wrist froze froze froze froze

when 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 up the motherfuckin' chimney

make sure you turn off the lights when you done

make sure you leave me a tip on the table

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 missing

santa nigga it's merry christmas

it's dax