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letra de santa clause crook - marqus turner & oso muka

[verse 1: oso muka]
shhh, i run through your s—
taking your presents and cookies, lil b—-
(gimme that.)
you don’t want no problems, so better not snitch
i hang with them elves and they come with them sticks
(lil b—-.)
i got courage like i’m muriel
leave me some milk or i’ll p— on your cereal
but god—-, you a broke n—-
-(man, you’s a broke‑a– n—-.)-
’cause you’s a broke n—-, joke n—-
when i went to the bathroom, ran out of soap, n—-
drip‑drip, so you better get a boat, n—-
in your kitchen, i’m eating all the toast, n—-
and i’m waking up the residence —
pill after pill, you would think it was my medicinе
k!ll after k!ll, think we poppin’ like somе messages
called out the field — i’m addicted to these presidents, b—-
(that cash)

[bridge]
better go and call your squad
call your squad
call your squad —
’cause you know i keep them rods
they like my bodyguards
better go and call your squad
call your squad
call your squad —
’cause you know i keep them rods
they like my bodyguards
(lil bitty b—-.)

[verse 2: marqus turner]
i’m the santa clause crook, lil b—-
finna take your s—, so run it up
i’m going house to house, chimney to chimney
in your hood running up a muck
it’s that time of year — finna spread some fear
robbing your s— like every day
i’m taking baby pictures and your rent money —
you can ask craig and day‑day
ran up a meat roll, got bit by chico
look in my crib through the peephole
got some cigarettes and wallets —
extra‑medium fubu, i’ll still rock it
running for my life, got hit by pinky
f—— with the dynamic duo of b——
ran up in somebody crib and ended up
getting punched by a f—— midget

[bridge]
boy, you better run your s— before i sock a b—-
boy, you better run your s— before i sock a b—-
n—-, all your s— is took ’cause i’m the santa crook
n—-, all your s— is took ’cause i’m the santa crook
[verse 3: nawfside]
i’m on some poppin’ s—, i’m on moppin’ s—
f— with the mob and them n—– out droppin’ s—
fool with the tec, got you on some floppin’ s—
tony montana — the guns with the pipes with this
i’m slingin’ k, ak with extended clip
choppa gon’ finish it, make your a– hit a flip
me with the syndicate, and he gon’ end that b—-
whippin’ the foreign kit, blowin’ gas out the zip
takin’ your christmas list, wipe — and i sin again
bad b—- with big‑a– hips, throwin’ it on the tec
and she gon’ hit a l!ck — she on some freaky s—
your b—- want me and s—, and she a eater b—-
throw the two‑seater, and she from the north —
the pole where she learned to split
ain’t ridin’ both, but the stick she gon’ let it rip
yeah, she gon’ let it rip, b—-

[bridge]
you know that i rep northside where k!llers ride and n—– die
now i’m finna take your sack and blow your b—-‑a– back

you know that i rep northside where k!llers ride and n—– die
now i’m finna take your sack and blow your b—-‑a– back

- marqus turner oso muka

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