Naughty List (feat. Freeah)

Woah, she a hoe, uh oh She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow Woah, now she wearin' nothin' Next thing you know, I’m inside her butt nuttin' Fell in love wit the dick, now she’s thinkin' bout cuffin' Are you crazy? You just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven God damn, god damn, was scrollin’ through the ‘gram, saw you with a new man That was quick, in the pic I can see y’all holdin’ hands Does he know yo hand was strokin’ on my dick last night under my pants? All yo friends screamin' "Oh my god Massa, I’m your number 1 fan" I know that make you pissed You ain’t got me on locks, lowkey like Loc right after the Bizz I see you see that I been up, now you want make up and kiss You indirectly dissin’ me, it’s hard to keep it cool with all this heat that I’m releasing But I’m cool enough, don’t give a fuck about yo shade You just try to betray then come kissin' Why you sayin’ shots fired when yo ugly ass missin’ You a hoe, hoe, hoe like it’s Christmas I know it is but on god you been movin' reckless Lil hoe, look at that, uh oh, it’s a fact, what is? Hoe you on Santa’s naughty list, bitch Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy Cowboy, make you hit the motherfuckin' ground boy Sound boy, make you hear this motherfuckin' town boy Pound boy, you can’t even say your own nouns boy Got a 40 ounce of dro so we gon’ run it up Hope the cops ain’t smellin’ smoke cause he know somethings up Man I’m not just smokin’ Buddah how I sum it up I’m just chillin’ with my bitch we gettin’ fucked up Meditating always stating that I’m elevating when I’m smokin’ dope And I don't even need a single drug to help me cope Third eye open and I’m ready to flow Boy you slippin’ on your words like the shit be some soap You is a hoe hoe hoe, I’m just preaching, reachin’ each and every one of y’all souls Cause it’s Christmas time, ain’t no need to be cold Wrap them gifts up nice and get em ready to go Frosty the snowman Pulled out a choppa blast a cap in his ass The feds raided Frosty’s trap and now his hands on his mag And he don’t take no fuckin' L’s bitch put the crack yo ass Had to hop up in a foreign and now he’s off to the dash Right beside him got a baddie with a thong full of cash Now he’s feelin’ kinda horny slap his ice on her ass Then smoke a blunt right by the fire while they listen to Jazz Molly water got him movin’ like the whip goin' fast Woah, had to cop me up a cigarillo Cut my passion down and chop it up on instrumentals Why they keep on coming for my mental, what chu want a medal? Got me fuming like steam from boiling tea inside a kettle But it’ll pass over when a baddie bring that ass over Help me relieve all the weight that’s on my shoulders Shit is heavy like a boulder, you wanna cuddle cause it’s cold but I’m colder Imma fuck you then I’m drivin’ away till I’m out of range in my range rover When I got home, she called my phone sayin' “Ion like the way that you treat me, it’s over” So I told her “Last bitch that I was with was in my bed and I would hold her, next day say she was switchin' up on me and fucked on another nigga” Bipolar is what these bitches is so I give em the cold shoulder Shorty played me like she playin' a song on the tromboner Swing a stick, in the air and control em like composer “Wait, Composer? Ain’t it called a conductor? A composer’s the one that WRITES the music” “Nah for real?" "Yeah B" "Aww shit” Woah, she a hoe, uh oh She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow Woah, now she wearin' nothin' Next thing you know I’m inside her butt nuttin' Fell in love with the dick now she’s thinkin' bout cuffin' Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven Woah, she a hoe, uh oh She kissed every nigga here and ion see a mistletoe She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow You know wassup, like a ticking time bomb, she bout ta blow Woah, now she wearin' nothin' Next thing you know I’m inside her butt nuttin' Fell in love with the dick now she’s thinkin' bout cuffin' Are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven, bitch