Dax - Dear Black Santa lyrics
Dax [Daniel Nwosu Jr.] St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada 🇨🇦
[Dax - Dear Black Santa lyrics]
H-H-Hey Santa, it's, it's Dax again (Hi)
Just checking if you got my list (Oh)
Dear Mr santa (Hello)
My name is Dax and I've been a good kid
I made a list of the shit
That I wanted this year
Did you read it? I'm hoping you did (You did)
I put my country, my state, my street
My chimney
Just so you'd know where I live (Google maps)
Stopped watching porn, gave to the homeless
(So like, damn dude) don't be a bitch!
Yeah I want Cadillac color matte black (Skrr)
Yeah I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (Hm)
Yeah I want a crib to crash with a pool and
A court and a golf course all in the back
(Yah) yeah I want Gucci
Prada coupled with a million dollars
Instagram a million followers
Takeout food from Benihana's (Please)
I need a follow back from Lele Pons
(Where you at?)
I need a Drake feature on a song (Go on then)
I could probably do this shit myself and all
But I ain't really tryna wait that long
(Facts) so Santa this is my list and I'm
Confident in you that you'll complete it
(I know you will)
Me and your daughter are friends
And if I don't get
All of my shit I'ma Mike Jackson beat it
Dear Mr dax
I took the time to go over your list
And unfortunately I'm sorry to say
You have been a bad kid (Very naughty)
I can get you some shit but
Not all those God damn gifts (Sorry)
And as for my daughter young man
There ain't no way your fuckin' that bitch
Man, fuck you Santa
I don't even want your gifts
I don't even want that car
I don't even want that bitch
I don't even want that shit
Now I want Mrs clause
Want her saying hoe hoe hoe hoe
While she's on my pole pole pole pole
Keep my wrist froze froze froze froze
When I play games with Rudolph
Yeah yeah yeah I'm crazy Santa
Gave her the dick, banana
Came through with the heat, the jammers
Butt cheeks through the sheets, pajamas
So what does that mean?
I think it means that I win either way
I'll leave you cookies and milk and
A note on the table
And here is what that shit's gonna say:
Make sure you clean up
The motherfuckin' chimney
(I want it spotless)
Make sure you turn off the
Lights when you done (Got bills to pay dude)
Make sure you leave me a tip on the table
(That's right for me)
Don't eat two cookies your fat ass gets one
(Go to a gym)
Don't forget to leave shit in my stocking
Yeah you know where it's at milk chocolate
Some henny and condoms with that
Xanax, weed to sell in the trap
Don't lie Santa, boy I know that you're black
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen
Talk shit they all go missing
Santa nigga it's Merry Christmas
(Merry Christmas, I got all the loot)
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
It's Dax
Just checking if you got my list (Oh)
Dear Mr santa (Hello)
My name is Dax and I've been a good kid
I made a list of the shit
That I wanted this year
Did you read it? I'm hoping you did (You did)
I put my country, my state, my street
My chimney
Just so you'd know where I live (Google maps)
Stopped watching porn, gave to the homeless
(So like, damn dude) don't be a bitch!
Yeah I want Cadillac color matte black (Skrr)
Yeah I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (Hm)
Yeah I want a crib to crash with a pool and
A court and a golf course all in the back
(Yah) yeah I want Gucci
Prada coupled with a million dollars
Instagram a million followers
Takeout food from Benihana's (Please)
I need a follow back from Lele Pons
(Where you at?)
I need a Drake feature on a song (Go on then)
I could probably do this shit myself and all
But I ain't really tryna wait that long
(Facts) so Santa this is my list and I'm
Confident in you that you'll complete it
(I know you will)
Me and your daughter are friends
And if I don't get
All of my shit I'ma Mike Jackson beat it
Dear Mr dax
I took the time to go over your list
And unfortunately I'm sorry to say
You have been a bad kid (Very naughty)
I can get you some shit but
Not all those God damn gifts (Sorry)
And as for my daughter young man
There ain't no way your fuckin' that bitch
Man, fuck you Santa
I don't even want your gifts
I don't even want that car
I don't even want that bitch
I don't even want that shit
Now I want Mrs clause
Want her saying hoe hoe hoe hoe
While she's on my pole pole pole pole
Keep my wrist froze froze froze froze
When I play games with Rudolph
Yeah yeah yeah I'm crazy Santa
Gave her the dick, banana
Came through with the heat, the jammers
Butt cheeks through the sheets, pajamas
So what does that mean?
I think it means that I win either way
I'll leave you cookies and milk and
A note on the table
And here is what that shit's gonna say:
Make sure you clean up
The motherfuckin' chimney
(I want it spotless)
Make sure you turn off the
Lights when you done (Got bills to pay dude)
Make sure you leave me a tip on the table
(That's right for me)
Don't eat two cookies your fat ass gets one
(Go to a gym)
Don't forget to leave shit in my stocking
Yeah you know where it's at milk chocolate
Some henny and condoms with that
Xanax, weed to sell in the trap
Don't lie Santa, boy I know that you're black
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen
Talk shit they all go missing
Santa nigga it's Merry Christmas
(Merry Christmas, I got all the loot)
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
It's Dax