Big D Randy Christmas Songtext
von DigBar

Twinkle, twinkle, stay inside
Big Dick Randy did not die
Twinkle, twinkle, holy shit
Big Dick Randy′s got a big- hold up, wait
Big Dick Randy comin' back, he′s alive
Two days ago, looked him right in his eyes
Big Randy back and I'm hella surprised
'Cause I shot him in the head like multiple times
Like what? He on a mission
Taking presents and he givin′ out dickin′
Instead of cookies, I'ma leave out some chicken
So I can lure that nigga right to my kitchen
I′m kinda scared, 'cause he dressed up like he′s Santa
He love seein' niggas in spotted pajamas
He big and strong, he a bad mamma-jamma
That man hella gay like the dudes in Atlanta
He smellin′ fear, the fear, it is in me
Big Dick Randy finna slide down the chimney
He seven foot, kinda wish he was 6'3"
'Nother holiday I gotta watch out for Big D


I′m stayin′ up, I'm not goin′ to sleep
Big Dick Randy gon' take my cheeks
If I lay down and I close my eyes
He gon′ come down through the chimney, he slide
Then he gon' stand right at my bedside
Then wake me up just by grippin′ my thighs
Take off my booty, I think I'm gon' die
Take all my presents and take off outside
Randy ain′t die like dang it, I knew it
It make me cry when I′m makin' this music
He gon′ pull up to my crib, he gon' do it
Just got BBL, so I hope I don′t lose it
Twinkle, twinkle, stay inside
Big Dick Randy did not die
Twinkle, twinkle, holy shit
Big Dick Randy's got a big- hold up, wait
Twinkle, twinkle, stay inside
Big Dick Randy did not die
Twinkle, twinkle, holy shit
Big Dick Randy′s got a big dick
Big Dick Randy, Big Dick Randy
He don't play no games
Big Dick Randy gonna take that ass and run the other way, hey
Big Dick Randy, Big Dick Randy
Ain't no fuckin′ joke
If he run up on you, then your back is gon′ get broke, uh
Randy like a runnin' back, he coverin′ the backside
He a big, thick, seven foot black guy
Nigga, this ain't Halloween no more, this is Christmas
Hide your booty ′cause he comin' for that thickness
Man, y′all on your zone, I can't stop this nigga
Man, I thought I done shot this nigga
But if he in my crib, I'ma pop this nigga
I′ma be Will Smith and Chris Rock this nigga
Keep the doors locked
And the windows
Don′t let this nigga in
This Big Dick Randy shit never gon' end
He gon′ run off with your booty, you ain't never gon′ win
In my crib, I got Glocks
And extendos
I'ma hit him in his head
He ain′t finna take my booty while I'm layin' in the bed
I′ma hit him thirty times and make sure that nigga dead
Polka dot pajamas, I′ma wear 'em on purpose
Stand up on the bed, nigga, then I start twerkin′
Big Dick Randy gon' be peepin′ through the curtains
If he come into my room, then I'ma hit him where it′s hurtin'
Keep the doors locked
And the windows
Don't let this nigga in
This Big Dick Randy shit never gon′ end
He gon′ run off with your booty, you ain't never gon′ win
Big Dick Randy, Big Dick Randy
He don't play no games
Big Dick Randy gonna take that ass and run the other way, hey
Big Dick Randy, Big Dick Randy
Ain′t no fuckin' joke
If he run up on you, then your back is gon′ get broke, uh
Big Dick Randy, Big Dick Randy
He don't play no games
Big Dick Randy gonna take that ass and run the other way, hey
Big Dick Randy, Big Dick Randy
Ain't no fuckin′ joke