BeatsByBunk - Naught Nice lyrics

[Hook] Everybody lied about santa clause Everybody lying bout who they are Ho ho lying while she dropping her drawls Pa** another cup of that egg nog [Verse] Put a JukeBox under the Christmas tree New joint on point how its sposed to be Mama told me that she gave the world me Get cold in Minnesota like in Michigan Its cold as hell It's christmastime Some green to light Somebody lying I'll close the chimney Sweep the broom Keep the cookies To my kin folk f** the rest I'm absolutely Stuck to you Like glue to cards And tape to gifts No body else Unless ya lying I'll leave ya laying No threat Just safety for my mind And piece Of mines Pushing through the idle times To save our minds in Unsavory times Never Losing only winning Whats mine The finish line don't seem So far way I'll come in first this time Ghetto surfin surfin turfin In Miami and Hawaii Good life Look like vacation Need a nike sign Check a naughty Wench and make her nice Cause its Christmas time Check a nice wench And make her naughty cause Its bed time Christmas carols to the kids New new nursery rhymes Mind on my money and my money On mind trip to ny time square miles Time flyin new balance ballad Bank balance lookin mighty fine [Bridge] Aye my List my is long Naughty I'm Or nice [Hook] [Verse] I'm just tryna get rich off the rich So the poor get to save for gifts Damn near Christmas All this holiday spirit dont Feel the same as it did Realize my presence a present The ghost of future and past I don't scrooge too much Cause all it is cash And we gon get it And keep it And we gon make thissh** last Put the star on top Big blunt make ya cough I ain't spending ginger bread On these ho ho hoes I ain't got em So my wallets Getting bigger than most Baby Jesus Put some blessings On our back Cause its cold Candy cane Serving fans All they want is the dope With the fam In Michigan Best believe that its froze The whole world In our hands should We let it all go Gold No mo Fake folks Get the snow Out my drawls Nut cracker To wall Pica**o to The broads I picked the paint brush up And then i brush em off [Verse] b**h been sitting on santa clause All along Claimed she was off the egg nog Talk ya head off No one to talk to except for your own thoughts Probably should've kept a couple thots But ya morals strong Thought ya had the pipe to put the b**h to sleep till morning dawg But turns out the wood pipe proved wrong And you was only feeling high because it was real strong Damn dawg i know you won't admit it But she gotchu kinda good it was sorta unexpected Iddnt it all Hidden in awe From the finesse She pulled off Thought she was in love Turns out that she played you real hard But have a merry christmas dawg I hope one day you have it all