Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' Woah, I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' from you A little bit of somethin', yeah 'Cause this love is all I have of you Oh, if it's time to make your spot feel

And every single year I'm drowning in my tears, I'm drowning in my tears again I can't seem to forget the pain I seem to give The pain I seem to give, my friend Woah, oh, woah, oh Woah, oh, woah, oh, woah, oh

Put 'em high Woah-woah-oah, oh, oh-oh, ooh It ain't that hard to choose You got your mind unloose One night'll change your whole life Put 'em up if you with me Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah You stick out of the crowd, baby, it's a no-brainer Him or

It was only one night Do you wanna go? I just wanna go back to where we were Do you wanna go back to where we were? But I wanna go back to where we were But I wanna go We had a connection, oh-woah I just wanna go You are somethin’ special, oh-woah

Skrt, uh, uh, drop it on my cock Skrt, I'ma hot nigga, no pot Skrt, niggas still getting buns, hot dogs Skrt, niggas not fucking with ya, coleslaw Okay, okay aight, huh Uh, okay, haha Nigga drop this one Woah, Kenny Uh, okay, baby be calling me "Hercules"

It won't make me love you any less If you're hoping we'll be home Don't be afraid to ask for help Don't hide behind me You're strong enough to face the fall Woah, it won't make me love you any less Sunlight is too much for you to bear It's high time you

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah) Yeah lil' bitch, yeah Know what goin' on lil' bitch, yeah Big dawg, lil' bitch Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah Ow, wow, wow, wow Woah, woah, woah,

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front

Woah, oh-oh-oh In your snapback Those stars need to be wished on Your skin needs to be kissed on My eyes, baby, they're fixed on you in your snapback T-shirt of your favorite rock band Checkin' your make-up in my Ray Bans Strictly outta curiosity What