Feeling Like Christmas

Black Santa I can make it rain dear

Every time I see her she light up like chandelier

Glass raised of the Henny it's my holiday cheer

Blowing smoke out the chimney when I slide through

Dropping gifts off at the doorstep like a drive thru

No navigation needed no

Just three ho's and a red nose

Soon as we leave here we going up like the North Pole

Big bags on her

Can’t put no tags on her

I know she fine

You can look but don’t you grab on her

Rasta fari St. Nicholas

Out here spreading more joy than the stimulus

The snows falling put the snooze on

I’m waking up to ya body getting my groove on (Yeah)

It’s feeling like Christmas (Yeah)

It’s feeling like Christmas (Yeah)

I’m in the sleigh with the cruise on

Black Santa but I’m riding with the blues on (Yeah)

It’s feeling like Christmas (Yeah)

It’s feeling like Christmas (Yeah)