Mariah Carey

I'm too I'm too slay yeah like I'm on reins My eyes like candy cane, yeah, gotta wear shades I'm fucked up out my mind, yeah, my favourite time yeah All I want is you girl, you my Mariah My favourite kind of day, yeah, is when they hate That's fucked up how they changed, yuh, I stayed the same I'm going up I'm high yuh I elevate I'm super hot like fire smoke gasoline So regal I'm royalty When I'm getting my bag, jolly, cha-ching Feliz Navidad, feliz, we need some more liquor and weed, please Need some cookie to feel better yuh need some more brownies for me Wallet too fat for the chimney, wallet too fat like I'm Santa yuh A very Regel Christmas Yeah, I'm in my bag They ain't even fuckin wit Jack Know that I gotta target on my back I'm barely joggin n they tryna hop on my track I really recorded that, I'm poppin, I pop off, I pop it like soda can Like no one supportin that your music is garbage your music is whack god damn I needa slow it down, shawty she gettin' annoyed now I'm gettin' it with the lil shawty, she gotta good body, but she givin' more than that I can do better I'm sorry but honey I'm really just tryna be more than that Wish that I could be a lover but honestly I think that I'm Santa I'm too in my bag I want you next to me yeah my Mariah Carey All I want is to see ya you on Christmas Eve