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santa clause crook - marqus turner & oso muka lyrics

[verse 1: oso muka]
shhh, i run through your s***
taking your presents and cookies, lil b****
(gimme that.)
you don’t want no problems, so better not snitch
i hang with them elves and they come with them sticks
(lil b****.)
i got courage like i’m muriel
leave me some milk or i’ll p*** on your cereal
but god****, you a broke n****
*(man, you’s a broke‑a** n****.)*
’cause you’s a broke n****, joke n****
when i went to the bathroom, ran out of soap, n****
drip‑drip, so you better get a boat, n****
in your kitchen, i’m eating all the toast, n****
and i’m waking up the residence —
pill after pill, you would think it was my medicinе
k!ll after k!ll, think we poppin’ like somе messages
called out the field — i’m addicted to these presidents, b****
(that cash)

[bridge]
better go and call your squad
call your squad
call your squad —
’cause you know i keep them rods
they like my bodyguards
better go and call your squad
call your squad
call your squad —
’cause you know i keep them rods
they like my bodyguards
(lil bitty b****.)

[verse 2: marqus turner]
i’m the santa clause crook, lil b****
finna take your s***, so run it up
i’m going house to house, chimney to chimney
in your hood running up a muck
it’s that time of year — finna spread some fear
robbing your s*** like every day
i’m taking baby pictures and your rent money —
you can ask craig and day‑day
ran up a meat roll, got bit by chico
look in my crib through the peephole
got some cigarettes and wallets —
extra‑medium fubu, i’ll still rock it
running for my life, got hit by pinky
f****** with the dynamic duo of b******
ran up in somebody crib and ended up
getting punched by a f****** midget

[bridge]
boy, you better run your s*** before i sock a b****
boy, you better run your s*** before i sock a b****
n****, all your s*** is took ’cause i’m the santa crook
n****, all your s*** is took ’cause i’m the santa crook
[verse 3: nawfside]
i’m on some poppin’ s***, i’m on moppin’ s***
f*** with the mob and them n***** out droppin’ s***
fool with the tec, got you on some floppin’ s***
tony montana — the guns with the pipes with this
i’m slingin’ k, ak with extended clip
choppa gon’ finish it, make your a** hit a flip
me with the syndicate, and he gon’ end that b****
whippin’ the foreign kit, blowin’ gas out the zip
takin’ your christmas list, wipe — and i sin again
bad b**** with big‑a** hips, throwin’ it on the tec
and she gon’ hit a l!ck — she on some freaky s***
your b**** want me and s***, and she a eater b****
throw the two‑seater, and she from the north —
the pole where she learned to split
ain’t ridin’ both, but the stick she gon’ let it rip
yeah, she gon’ let it rip, b****

[bridge]
you know that i rep northside where k!llers ride and n***** die
now i’m finna take your sack and blow your b****‑a** back

you know that i rep northside where k!llers ride and n***** die
now i’m finna take your sack and blow your b****‑a** back

- marqus turner oso muka lyrics

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