Grown men want me to sit em on my lap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black
I repeat, you can't sit on my lap
I don't have a beard now get off my sack
Scream at me
Everyone asks Hova for stuff, just like kids do when they sit on Santa Claus' lap at the mall
Jay doesn’t get how people think he’ll grant their wishes; Santa isn’t black like him…Or is he?
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