Lyrics Yung Gravy – Flex On Christmas

What’s good baby
It’s holiday season
Can’t say Thanksgivings over but you know it’s all good still got Christmas

I get up in it, you know I eat my spinach (aye)

I don’t really know what else I would ask for for Christmas baby

All I want for Christmas is some ice (aye)
Look down at my wrist, it look like the northern lights (aye)
Sugar with the spice bitch
Everything nice bitch
I pull up my sleeve it feel like I hit the light switch
I feel that Christmas weather so I got my crispy sweater
Sippin’ on some scotch while I write yo bitch a letter
Bout how I’m better, and how I get this cheddar
Yung Gravy how you so fucking clever?
Watching ink dripping of my pen feather
Got a girl you need finessed? It would be my pleasure

I get up in it, you know I eat my spinach (aye)
Tryna stay nutritious ’cause I gotta flex on Christmas
Bring the litness, yo Momma is the witness
Gold chain with the turtle neck ’cause it’s Christmas
Got the ice, ice, ice, ice, aye, ice, ice
All I want for Christmas is some ice, ice, ice, ice, aye, ice, ice, ice
Bitch

Well I hope you guys enjoyed what we brought you today, and merry Christmas

Bitch i ain’t finished, my side bitch is a gymnast
Before I lay the pipe I gotta stretch for thirty minutes
Cause it’s Christmas
She can do it by herself
But she got real excited when I dressed up like an elf
You know I got the whole outfit
Bells on my kicks just so I can see some tits

Lickety split
Fuck around and make a snowman on yo bitch
Ain’t that some shit?
This time of year I’m usually pouring egg nog on some tits