Big D Randy Christmas lyrics

[Part 1]

[Chorus]
Twinkle twinkle stay inside, Big di*k Randy did not die
Twinkle twinkle holy sh*t, Big di*k Randy's got a big- (Hold up, wait)

[Verse]
Big di*k Randy coming back, he's alive
Two days ago, looked him right in his eyes
Big Randy back and I'm hella surprised
'Cause I shot him in the head like multiple times
Like what? He on a mission
Taking presents and he giving out di*k and
Instead of cookies, I'ma leave out some chicken, so I can lure that n*gga right to my kitchen
I'm kind of scared, cause he dressed up like he Santa
He loves seeing n*ggas in spotted pajamas
Hе big and strong, he a bad mamma-jamma
That man hella gay like thе dudes in Atlanta
He smelling fear, the fear it is in me
Big di*k Randy finna slide down the chimney
He's 7 foot, kinda wish he was 6'3"
Another holiday I gotta watch out for Big D
I'm staying up, I'm not goin' to sleep
Big di*k Randy gon' take my cheeks
If lay down and close my eyes
He gon' come down through the chimney, he slide
Then he going to stand right at my bedside
Then wake me up just by gripping my thighs
Take off my booty, I think I'm gonna die
Take all my presents and take off outside
Randy ain't die, like dang it, I knew it
It made me cry when I'm making this music
He gon' pull up to my crib he gon' do it
Just got BBL so I hope I don't lose it
[Chorus]
Twinkle twinkle stay inside, Big di*k Randy did not die
Twinkle twinkle holy sh*t, Big di*k Randy's got a big- (Uh, wait)
Twinkle twinkle inside, Big di*k Randy did not die
Twinkle twinkle, holy sh*t, Big di*k Randy's got a big di*k

[Part 2]

[Chorus]
Big di*k Randy, Big di*k Randy, he don't play no games
Big di*k Randy gonna take that ass and run the other way (Hey)
Big di*k Randy, Big di*k Randy, ain't no f*cking joke
If he run up on you then your back is gon' get broke (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Randy like a running back, he coverin' the backside
He a big thick seven foot black guy
n*gga, this ain't Halloween no more, this is Christmas
Hide your booty because he coming for that thickness
Man, y'all on y'alls own 'cause I can't stop this n*gga
Man, I thought I done shot this n*gga
But if he in my crib I'ma pop this n*gga
I'ma be Will Smith and Chris Rock this n*gga

[Interlude]
Keep the doors locked, and the windows
Don't let this n*gga in
This Big di*k Randy sh*t never gonna end
He gon' run off with your booty, you ain't never gonna win
In my crib I got Glocks, and extendos
I'ma hit him in his head
He ain't finna take my booty while I'm laying in the bed
I'ma hit him 30 times, and make sure that n*gga dead
[Verse 2]
Polka dot pajamas, I'ma wear them on purpose
Stand up on the bed n*gga, then I start twerkin'
Big di*k Randy gon' be peeping through the curtains
If he come into my room, then I'ma hit him where its hurtin'

[Interlude]
Keep the doors locked, and the windows
Don't let this n*gga in
This Big di*k Randy sh*t never gon' end
He gon' run off with your booty, you ain't never gon' win

[Chorus]
Big di*k Randy, Big di*k Randy, he don't play no games
Big di*k Randy gonna take that ass and run the other way (Hey)
Big di*k Randy, Big di*k Randy, ain't no f*ckin' joke
If he run up on you then your back is gon' get broke (Uh)
Big di*k Randy, Big di*k Randy, he don't play no games
Big di*k Randy gonna take that ass and run the other way (Hey)
Big di*k Randy, Big di*k Randy, ain't no f*ckin' joke
If he run up on you then your back is gon' get broke (Uh)