Lyrics

This, that This, that This, that This, that Santa-aaa, I was only a child (Yeah, what?) He was a child, that's shit wild You aren't shit, you're a fat prick You don't want the smoke You're, you're th-, you're a, you're fucking poo man I want my presents back, you're stupid wanker Yeah, you're a wanker Sit on my lap, I'll be your Santa XIX mixed with Fanta Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, banter You asked me to turn my back Then you emptied your sack Emptied your sack, all in my crack Light up an elf, put him in a pack like FIFA Smoke rudolf like reefer When I meet your dad, I'm like, "Hey, nice to meet ya" Randolph on a sidemen feature Yeah, it's me on a feature This track is shit like creature KSI can't even rap This song is "This or that" This or that, this or that, this or that This or that, this or that This or, this or, this or This or, this or Santa gets out my house, dirty I wanted this, but I got that (Got that) I asked for this, but then I got that (Got that) I needed this, I already got that (Got that) I wanted this, I don't want that (Ugh) I asked for this, why'd you get me that? (Get me that?) You bought me this, what the fuck is that? (Fuck is that?) You stupid prick, don't give me that (Give me that) Fuck off, mum, I don't want that (Ahh) To be fair though (To be fair though, what?) (To be fair though, what?)
Writer(s): Harry Lewis, Andrew John Shane, Ethan Payne, Simon Minter, Joshua Bradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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