Lil D Prods – Santa (feat. Quavo) Lyrics

Santa (feat. Quavo) – Lil D Prods Lyrics

You're old enough, but you're still a baby

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

You're old enough, but you're still a baby

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

40, what's up? Shabang (Uh)

All my opps, they dess

What am I now? Possessed

How do I feel, though? Refreshed (Woo)

Secrets I know got you stressed

Will I take those to my death? (What?)

Haven't decided just yet, ayy, yeah

40, what's up? Shabang (Uh)

All of my opps, they dess

Please don't put me to the test (What?)

They tryna get back on the 'net

I'm tryna get back in the flesh (Woo)

A little birdie said you did me dirty

And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried

Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically

2009, I'm lit, I told them, "Hurry up and book me"

Yeah, hurry up and book me 'fore I charge a fortune

Lauryn, why you actin' like I'm not important to you?

You was there in '24 when niggas shot the door in

See you outside again, I thought your ass went corporate

You put the ex in expensive, girl, you so annoyin'

I used to fuck you slow, I used to leave it in

I used to hate to tour, I ain't wanna leave again

Now I know the truth about you and I'm free again

Yeah, a little birdie said you did me dirty

I be tellin' Alex Moss, "Fuck it, "his-and-hers" it"

Ayy, what? Yeah, "his-and-hers" it

I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil

He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person

All these pussy-niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle

All these pussy-niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder

All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia

Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent

I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon

Yeah, damn, for real

A little birdie said you did me dirty

How you fix your mouth to ask me if that shit would hurt me?

Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy

Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy

Beep Beep (niggas)

Beep Beep (niggas)

Beep Beep (niggas)

You're old enough, but you're still a baby

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

You're old enough, but you're still a baby

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

It's crowded, diamonds be dancin' like Bobby (They dancin')

Don't touch it, this Glock, it be cocky (Don't touch it)

Shroom and G6 the party, we get it (We kick it)

Bitches gon' trend on the topic (Keep trendin')

The way I pull up, I'ma pop it, ain't none of these niggas gon' stop me (Pull up, gone)

Put this shit on, get a cup for the drip, I'm a motherfuckin' faucet (Kilo)

Keep stackin', your bank gon' get bigger (Go)

Never will I throw some shade on no nigga (On Take')

Lil' nigga, don't play with these niggas (No)

I see the big picture, we up on these niggas (Uh)

The Huncho, the one, you gon' call on me, nigga? ('Cho)

I got your bag, you gon' follow me, nigga (Foll')

When I get up, we gon' ball on these niggas (Ball)

Fuckin' shit up 'cause we beat out the system (Fuck the system)

Water on me like the sauna (Wet), some karats, some pointers (Woo)

All these commas, I won't fumble (Fumble)

Migo gunners out the jungle (Migo)

Buy it all, fuck a front up (Fuck nigga)

Cake on me, no funnel (Woo, cash)

Drop top, feelin' like Stunna (Hah, drop top)

Get these plays, no runnin' (We gone)

Chrome Hearts wallet, smoke my pilot, take three vibes to the tropics (Go)

Nigga wasn't shit, I was outside just servin' narcotics (Narcotics, woo)

Pass me that stick, nigga make one wrong move, just pop him (Pop him, brrt)

Blame it on bro with the ho flooded out in the hotel lobby (Flooded)

You're old enough, but you're still a baby

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

You're old enough, but you're still a baby

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa