Marqus Turner - Santa Clause Crook Lyrics

What the hell you doing in my house, eating a
Big ass sandwich and shit? nigga I'm Santa clause
Where the f*ck the milk and cookies?
Day day wake up we just got robbed. Day day get your
Scary ass p man, I know you heard that shit, get yo ass up
Come on man I gotta call the po po

Shhh I run through yo
Shit
Taking yo presents and cookies lil
Bitch
U don't want no problems so better not
Snitch
I hang with the elves and they come with them
Sticks
(Lil bitch)
I got courage like Merial
Leave me some or milk den i piss in yo
Cereal
But god damn you a broke nigga, cuz you's a
Broke nigga, joke nigga
When i went to the bathroom ran out of soap
Nigga
I'm drip drip so u better get a boat
Nigga In yo kitchen and I'm eating up the toast
Nigga, and I'm waking up the
Residents
Pill after pill u would think it was my
Medicine
Kill after kill yea we pop up like some
Message
Call doctor Phil I'm addicted to these president

(Better go and call yo squad, call yo squad
Call yo squad, call yo squad
Cuz u know i keep them rods
They like my body guards, Better go and
Call yo squad, call yo squad
Call yo squad, call yo squad
Cuz u know i keep them rods
They like my body guards)

I'm the Santa clause crook lil bitch finna take yo shit so
Run it up
I'm going house to house chimney to chimney in yo hood running up a
Muck
Its that time of year finna spread some fear robbing yo shit like errr day
I'm taking baby pictures and yo rent money you can ask
Craig and day day
Ran up a Meat roll Got bit by
Chi co
Look in my crib threw the
Peep hole
Got some cigarettes and
Wallets
Extra medium fubu ill still
Rock it
Running for my life got hit by pick f*cking with the dynamic duo of
Bitches
Ran up in somebody crib and ended up getting punched by a f*cking
Midget
(Nigga better run yo shit before I sock a
Bitch, nigga better run yo shit before I sock a
Bitch, nigga all yo shit is took cuz I'm the Santa
Crook, nigga all yo shit is took cuz I'm the Santa
Crook)

I'm on some popping shit
I'm on some mopping shit
F*ck with the mob and them niggas opp dropping shit
Fool with tec, got you on some flopping shit
Tony Montana, the guns ain't no prop with this
I'm slinging k's
Ak's with extended clips
Choppa Gone finish it
Make yo ass hit a flip
Mir with the syndicate
And he gone end a bitch
Whipping a foreign kit
Blow gas out the zip
Taking yo Christmas list
Wrapping up sending gifts
Bad bitch with big ass hips
Throwing it on the tip
And she gone hit a lick
She on some freaky shit
Yo bitch want me and shit
And she a eater bitch
Throat the 2 seat-er bitch
She from the north
The pole where she learned the splits
Ain't riding boards but the stick she gone let it rip

(You know that I rep nawfside
Where killas ride
Niggas die
Now I'm finna take yo sack
And blow yo bitches back,You know that
I rep nawfside
Where killas ride
Niggas die
Now I'm finna take yo sack
And blow yo bitches back)

You keep yo timid ass her I'm going to get my
Stuff,Yeah I'll rool up to the club just like this
Baby, Santa clause grab me some wallets, cigarette
Lighters, some car keys. Hold it right there you crack
Baby, yeah lets get his ass craig, get em'