Lyrics Boosie Badazz – Christmas List

Boosie Badazz:
Yeah
Playboy on the beat
What up, Lucci, nigga?

YFN Lucci:
Ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah
Two Christmas trees and they all flooded (All flooded), yeah
Told Frida Reed ain’t no more strugglin’ (No strugglin’)
At Christmastime we were teens, shit was all ugly (All ugly)
At Christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (Ropes)
Whole house loaded, plus the kids’ accounts loaded (They loaded)
Plus my brother got a kid, so that’s a blessin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey
I don’t even know how we gon’ sneak in with all these presents (Hell nah)
I don’t even know where we gon’ begin, this shit here hectic, yeah
And I pray this shit don’t never end, this shit a blessin’, yeah
I spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (Thang)
Now my daughter, she want Jojo everything (Thang, uh)
And my son, he want PJ Masks (Yeah, hey)
Swooped that PJ with Masks (Yeah, hey)
Almost everything I wanted I had to take, hey (I had to take, hey)
And now y’all got your whole life made (Life made)

Boosie Badazz:

Rich Homie Quan:
Christmas meant for me we couldn’t go to bed, homie (I couldn’t)
Only thing I wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (I didn’t get it)
We pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (Rest in peace)
I’m lit like candlelight and I’m in that same bag Santa got (On God)
Might celebrate with Boosie, get it poppin’ (Poppin’)
I’m stuffin’ all kinda drugs in my Christmas stockin’ (Be quiet)
When I was broke my Christmas list was more like window shoppin’ (I swear)
But now I’m up, and yeah, I’m rich, nigga
All my niggas stealin’ like The Grinch, nigga
Santa better have my shit, nigga, or we gon’ wrap him up like a gift nigga
And I been eatin’ good lately, yep, cookies and milk, nigga
Lucci, Boosie, we real niggas in the hood with a real Christmas
Rich Homie, baby