Boosie Badazz, Rich Homie Quan, YFN Lucci - Christmas List lyrics

Yeah playboy on the beat
What up, Lucci, nigga?
We gon' talk on this bitch about
How we live for Christmas
What we gon' get our little girls and shit
How we livin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Straight up, nigga
Ain't nothin' like bein' able to
Take care of your people
Look out for motherfuckers straight up

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)

I just wanna be with my family for Christmas
(Yay, yay)
We gon' ball in Atlanta for Christmas
(Yay, yay)
I'm gon' get what they askin' for Christmas
(Of course, mayne)
My kids live lavish for Christmas
We all gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch
I bought another chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays
We off the chain
Everybody same way, everybody gettin' paid
(yeah) everybody gettin' paid
Everybody Christmas paid (Ayy)
Nigga, I'm gon' get some more guns
Merry Christmas, I'm livin' like a coke don
Smoke bomb, gon' get fly, dope, the low done
If I die tonight, at least I had fun
Real nigga merry Christmas

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