P. P. F. S. Heath Hussar

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 bitches, 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

Pussy poppin', pussy poppin' for Santa
Pop that pussy, pussy poppin' for Santa Claus
Pussy poppin', pussy poppin' for Santa
Pop that pussy, pussy poppin' for Santa Claus

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