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letra de the very next day - cole myer

last christmas, i gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away
this year, to save me from tears, i’ll give it to someone special
last christmas, i gave you my d-ck, and the very next day, got hit with a stick
this year, i’m moving a brick, and i got a latina, she thick (big booty, big booty, big booty b-tch)

okay, all i want for christmas is a big booty, b-tch
and she says she wanna f-ck, but i just don’t give a sh-t
i said my pockets deep as f-ck, no, i don’t fit in a niche
you see me riding with the younger boys, yeah, they all my clique
i don’t get her what she want for christmas, she throw a fit
how’s it my fault? i thought all you wanted was a d-ck pic
i said i’m trying to f-ck, and i’m never gonna quit
all i want for christmas is to rub on your tits

yeah, i told that lil b-tch to find god, cause with that god, i think that she lost
and for me, yeah, she hang on the cross. yeah, for me, yeah, she know i’m the boss
yeah, i’m dripping in fiji, not voss. you pull up on me and get crossed
i’m the mop, i got the sauce. she left me, i call it her loss
and you know that i’m using b-tches. and you know that i’m scamming hoes
and she says that i’m kinda vicious, and i told her it kinda shows
and i don’t need no record label, cause my sh-t finna blow
and you can’t sit in front of me, cause i’m in the front row
yeah, that b-tch kinda dumb. yeah, that b-tch kinda slow
it’s myery mopidays, i’m playing in the snow
with the snow bunnies, and they throwing h-lla ass
h-lla bad b-tches, but i’ma have to pass
yo, i don’t know why these b-tches be so mad at me
i just pull up on them and i f-ck them all casually
and she was the one making scenes at the applebee’s
hey, you were the one that was really just bad for me
why you tryna make it a fight? if i pull up on you, make everything right
i might go back to the dark for a night, but maybe i’m just tryna look at the light
i don’t think that we can fix all that sh-t from the past
i don’t think that if we make it, i don’t think that we will last
we do it again and again. (why)
we do it again and again. (why)
we do it again and again. (why)
we do it again and again. i’m just here to finally win
i know i can’t stop until i reach the end
i call up my bro and i gotta call up my twin
i’m on some evil sh-t i think i might sin

santa, please don’t put me on the naughty list

- cole myer

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