Naughty List

we just tryna get off the naughty list Produced by: Loudestro Lyrics: My mistake I Folded to all of her cake It was just all in my face Santa you wife wasn't playing no games I Sorry your wife is a hoe We were both under the mistletoe How could I ever say no? I'm tied to her soul Santa I'm sorry for being too sexy She was the one who decided to text me Says she was cold so I gave her the heat Now I got coal in my stockings But your wife is the one that would cheat That's embarassing I got a question Do you name your reindeer after Mrs. Claus The way that she dancing and prancing my god I just smashed on her and danced like a Comet Shoutout Cupid she Blitzen right on it She a Vixen just fixin' to show it off Now she blushing red like she Rudolph I regret all I did so Santa please write back to me Cuz there's nothing underneath that tree Now I'm on the naughty list It started with a naughty kiss Not waking up to a present But Mrs. Claus waking up to a naughty gift And she fond of it Ooo Santa Why you feelin' mad whats the matter? Are you still pissed that we met up? Man I already told you bro that it was a set up Ooo lemme explain She told me 'bout what you did that Christmas day Kissin' the missus The kid was a witness But that ain't my business if you wanna play Open relationship is what she'd say She told me come over I want you to stay Checked off my wish list And also my hit list I guess no more presents are coming my way Santa Why do you think I'm naughty? I took your cookie once You take mine every year Man that ain't even fair Oh no it ain't Oh no it ain't So what could I do To make it up to you? I think I know know know (I know) I never had a clue (no clue) That you wanted me to Santa I'll be your ho ho ho I regret all I did so Santa please write back to me Cuz there's nothing underneath that tree Now I'm on the naughty list It started with a naughty kiss Not waking up to a present But Mrs. Claus waking up to a naughty gift And she fond of it Santa baby you should know That we can make it right Just take my hand And hold on tight Cuz I'm gonna make it snow tonight Naughty or nice Ima hop onto your ride And we'll blast into the sky Take off your hat And you'll take of my drawers I'll make you scratch my back Call you Mr. Claws I regret all I did so Santa please write back to me Cuz there's nothing underneath that tree Now I'm on the naughty list It started with a naughty kiss Not waking up to a present But Mrs. Claus waking up to a naughty gift And she fond of it