Tis The Season - Big Freedia

Can you turn those bells up?

I need a little bit more jingle

Jingle, jingle, jingle, it’s Christmas time

'Tis the season to be naughty

Back it up and shake your body

Make you listen, check it twice

What you, what you want now

What you, what you want now

Fill the bank roll, check the price

What you, what you want now

What you, what you want now

'Tis the season to be naughty

Run it back like a Christmas movie

Home alone in the mirror grooving

All I want is some bright red rubies

And bring 'em to me

UPS bring that BDE, talking

VVS, talking Tiffany

It’s that YSL with the jingle bells

Don’t get what I want then I’m raising hell

She want some BB, some

Gabbana, some Gucci

Laurent, CELINE

McQueen and her Louis

All in her red

'Cause the devil wear Prada

Ho ho ho for Balenciaga

Ho ho ho for Balenciaga

'Tis the season to be naughty

Back it up and shake your body

Make you listen, check it twice

What you, what you want now

What you, what you want now

Fill the bank roll, check the price

What you, what you want now

What you, what you want now

'Tis the season to be naughty

Start to sway 'cause we going to the North Pole

with the red nose

Call me Frosty, yeah I keep it ice cold

Call me Santa, yeah I roll with three hoes

Oh, holy night

Twelve raindeers on a private flight

Oh, bitch I might

Go duffy duffy duffy before daylight

Oh, you better call Mrs Claus

Hit the deck and then the hoes

I’m on your bitch’s district

Damn, I want Big Freedia for Christmas

'Tis the season to be naughty

Back it up and shake your body

Make you listen, check it twice

What you, what you want now

What you, what you want now

Fill the bank roll, check the price

What you, what you want now

What you, what you want now

'Tis the season to be naughty