P. P. F. S. lyrics

Uh, he ain’t come here for Christmas
Nah, baby, he’s lookin’ for a mistress
To fly with him, side by side
On that
Midnight ride, up in that sky
He bringin’ presents to all the sexy b*tches, no
None for you, yeah, just your Mrs
Cause
Santa’s dirty
He feelin’ naughty
He on his own list, baby
Ask anybody

All night, yeah, bangin’ on the walls
Beat it up girl, deck the halls
He bring it all baby
He ain’t small baby
Not Kris Kringle
He jingle balls baby

pus*y poppin', pus*y poppin' for Santa
Pop that pus*y, pus*y poppin' for Santa Claus
pus*y poppin', pus*y poppin' for Santa
Pop that pus*y, pus*y poppin' for Santa Claus

So first off he comin' down the chimney
And after he steals ya b*tch
And heads to Bimini
He fly the sleigh, across the seas
And the whole way
Your b*tch is on her knees, oh
Santa, yea he’s so lit
Grab his di*k, take a sit
Baby do dem splits, on
Santa’s lap, baby do that dance
Come on, shake ya ass and remove them pants

Talkin' crazy askin' what her gift is
While she all up on his shelf
Givin hugs and kisses
A baby elf wasn’t ever on her wish list
But Santa came early this year on Christmas
pus*y poppin', pus*y poppin' for Santa
Pop that pus*y, pus*y poppin' for Santa Claus
pus*y poppin', pus*y poppin' for Santa
Pop that pus*y, pus*y poppin' for Santa Claus