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letra de santa claus - mills & sweezy

[intro]
(ay tjay, you made this?)

[chorus: sweezy]
walk in the club
designer all over my body
these b-tches looking up and down
when i walk through wit’ the gang
we know how to get it lit, we gon’ shut sh-t down
b-tch i got the sauce (woah!)
rickie on me, ross (woah!)
walking like a boss
sack full of racks like santa claus

[verse 1: sweezy]
bad b-tch with me
sipping on the whitney
i know is a night that i’m about to get frisky (uh)
it’s so good she could feel it in her kidney
i know that tomorrow afternoon she gon’ miss me
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
she tryna f-ck with the kid (on god)
she see my bag and count, it’s a hunnid dollars
she think i’ma blow on a b-tch but no
shawty said she turned on
’cause i got that louis vuitton
i share a bed with the b-tch and all i was hearing was, “oh my god!”
i guess i’m too elite
when it comes to being a freak
’cause shawty say she got a man but it’s funny ’cause watch she need, uh-
she been running to me
[bridge: sweezy]
it’s only been one night and she calling me the man
she say, “sweezy got them magic”, uh, uh, alakazam!

[verse 2: mills]
sack on my body when i walk in
in the maybach wit’ a bad b-tch topless
all black, ten [?] when i’m moving cautious
fall back, you don’t wanna come and try to top this
watch yo’ step (step)
run up on me, i’ma cause a threat (threat)
walk in the party i watch ’em all get wet
been all up on my body, i’m rocking all black [?]
hit a b-tch wit’ a [?], i know that she wanna run sh-t back
too cold when i’m in it
switch flows every minute
got a b-tch at the telly she lookin’ downtown finished
i be dribblin’ and dribblin’ like [?] did it
i put like two in his back, he got that john [?], fitted
look at all these diamonds on me, dance, dance, dancin’
rockstar living feel like marilyn manson
i’ma beat it, beat it to the b-tch not standin’ no more
[bridge: mills]
i said, “what’s the cause of this?”
sorry ’bout my body i been coughin’ it
6’5 baby i’m hard to miss
mask up just like i’m anonymous

[chorus: sweezy, sweezy & mills]
walk in the club
designer all over my body
these b-tches looking up and down
when i walk through wit’ the gang
we know how to get it lit, we gon’ shut sh-t down
b-tch i got the sauce (woah!)
rickie on me, ross (woah!)
walking like a boss
sack full of racks like santa claus

- mills sweezy

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