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letra de fat boi - the discord cabbage

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[intro: cadez]
ayy santa, you thought we was done
nope we just getting started
(aintantgone5)

[chorus: cadez]
sending this b-tch right back to the north pole
kicking this lil’ b-tch like it’s a funeral
i shake up every repetitive like it’s a loop pole
cooking this fat boi like he a egg roll
b-tch over here and he acting like a jolly
ms. claus looking my d-ck like a wallet
making this food and i ain’t talk polly
sipping this scene while pop me a molly
got an choppa and i’m looking at a dasher
your getting s’mores, b-tch i’m going faster
cutting a pole like an actual smasher
1800, boy i’m your master

[verse 1: sagetheak-ma & p-ssdid]
n-gga named santa
body built like a tooler with her fanta
chop make and her like a pooler named hanta
rusty in hot like a cooler like i live in atlanta wait hold on (ooo)
got a red beemer like a rudolph
bullets face like i fell his shoes off (ooh)
talk a hot n-gga your too soft
i got a mac and your edible cool shots (ayy)
all the cookies that you scarfed
if a one day lil rest in the year like you scarfed
n-gga i’m not even starting
b-tch so big he felt [?]
no more riot i’m a carrot
chop and [?] from ferry (ooh)
n-gga i’m not uncle merry
live a fl!ck leave a n-gga a ferry
rat n-gga i’m talk bout no jerry
stay on top like yo boy is a cherry
try give a n-gga coal
imma pull up start kicking yo ass like a ferry
s-so i look at my shot like a candy cane
choppa gon’ make but he fly like a airplane (airplane)
smoking that gas and i ain’t talking propane
his h-lla breath like you snored on a cocaine

[chorus: cadez]
sending this b-tch right back to the north pole
kicking this lil’ b-tch like it’s a funeral
i shake up every repetitive like it’s a loop pole
cooking this fat boi like he a egg roll
b-tch over here and he acting like a jolly
ms. claus looking my d-ck like a wallet
making this food and i ain’t talk polly
sipping this scene while pop me a molly
got an choppa and i’m looking at a dasher
your getting s’mores, b-tch i’m going faster
cutting a pole like an actual smasher
1800, boy i’m your master
boy i’m yo master
(yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: cadez & p-ssdid]
i don’t wanna lie for christmas, i just wanna smoke these opps
this my average shoes but been shot reckon at the parking lot
got my missle toe, i shoot that sh-t put yo ass in the nock
b-tch this ain’t no honda c-ck, but i got candles sh-t this hot
train, f-ck you toe named brain
this sh-t it a game
b-tch your f-cking lame
f-ck this fattest b-tch named santa claus (uh)
yo better catch this by your [?]
is your girl molane?
b-tch i make her moan
slow a chromosome
shoot this in yo dome
yo friend got f-cked by the brash
then we touch yo bootyhole we smell that stain (b-tch)

[chorus: cadez]
sending this b-tch right back to the north pole
kicking this lil’ b-tch like it’s a funeral
i shake up every repetitive like it’s a loop pole
cooking this fat boi like he a egg roll
b-tch over here and he acting like a jolly
ms. claus looking my d-ck like a wallet
making this food and i ain’t talk polly
sipping this scene while pop me a molly
got an choppa and i’m looking at a dasher
your getting s’mores, b-tch i’m going faster
cutting a pole like an actual smasher
1800, boy i’m your master

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