BabyTron - MERRY SHITMAS lyrics

BabyTron

BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

In the world of music, the impact of a song often extends beyond its melody and lyrics. BabyTron's Christmas release stands as a testament to the transformative power of music, offering solace, joy, and inspiration to listeners from all walks of life. As we reflect on the diverse reactions sparked by this unexpected Christmas carol, one thing becomes clear: in the realm of art, the unexpected often becomes the unforgettable. BabyTron, with his unique style, has not only given his fans a memorable Christmas but has left an indelible mark on the tapestry of musical experiences.

[BabyTron - MERRY SHITMAS lyrics]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

It's the first day of Christmas, what's a true love?
I bought myself a new bullets and a new gun
Second day of Christmas, your bitch buggin' for some new UGGs
Third day of Christmas, all I'm askin' for is blue huns
Fourth day of Christmas, why these hoes think I'm Santa?
On the fifth day of Christmas, need a four for my Fanta
On the sixth day of Christmas, I was on the road
Same with the seventh, I just see the sign that says we home, Alabama
On the eighth day, I want some Martine Rose pajamas
On the ninth day of Christmas, all I need is a box of loose leaves
Strawberry, I don't roll bananas
If I catch an opp on the tenth, they gon' open hand 'em
On the elеventh day of Christmas all Cuddy did was sell weight
I don't fuck with that numbеr, slept through the twelfth day
On the thirteenth day it was nonstop action, I made thirteen plays
Can't remember the fourteenth, I smoke fourteen eights
It's ten days until Christmas on the fifteenth day
At the wester on the sixteenth, blew sixteen K
On the seventeenth, we built a gingerbread house


In here countin' green, crackin' seals, spillin' red out
Merry Christmas
Before a way until the big day
On the twenty-second day, I popped out with six chains
On the twenty-third I built a snowman
Couple Percs in a orange, I ain't use no Xans
All Christmas Eve, we was wrappin' 'bows in
My bitch better have a bow wrapped around a Rolls truck
I ain't got no cookies for him, if he come through the chimney and switch
Everyday used to be Christmas, I'm talkin' giffie on giffie
It was a long twenty-five days, it's finally Christmas
Mama bought you somethin' to wear, like, shit, you finally crispy

Merry Christmas
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live Scamp, you know?
Hey

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