Naughty List
Lyrics
[Intro - low 808 pulse, rainy vinyl crackle, whispered female ad-libs]
Yeah… holiday dare turned into something dangerous…
Santa don’t even know my name, but he ‘bout to learn what I want.
[Verse 1 - trap hi-hats rolling, moody Rhodes chords, intimate half-whispered rap]
Mall lights buzzing, candy-cane lies,
I stepped up laughing, red suit in my eyes.
“Tell me your wish,” voice deep like sin,
I leaned in close, let the dare begin.
Said I wanted nights that don’t end at dawn,
Tongue like a ribbon, hands like a storm.
Brown skin glowing under fake snow glow,
He swallowed hard when I told him where to go.
[Pre-Chorus - sidechained bass swell, layered harmonies, tension rising]
Didn’t think a dare would taste so sweet,
Now I’m texting directions on Christmas Eve.
Door half-open, red suit on the floor,
He walked in knowing what I came here for.
[Chorus - sensual soul hook, stacked vocals, aggressive 808s]
Fuck the nice list, put me on the naughty,
Wrap these legs ‘round your waist like a body.
Santa’s little secret, dripping under lights,
Ride you slow then fuck you right.
Tell me I been bad, slap it when I beg,
Make this pussy sing like a choir in your bed.
Naughty or nice, baby pick a side,
I’m the gift you unwrap with your teeth tonight.
[Verse 2 - darker tone, pitched rap, heavier snare, emotional edge]
He said he never planned to cross that line,
But my mouth on his neck made the rules unwind.
Tore the beard off, let the real man breathe,
Pushed me to the wall, said “You asked for me.”
Tongue like a threat, fingers like a vow,
Made me forget what the dare was about.
Sweat on my back, Christmas lights blinking red,
He asked if I’m naughty—bit my lip and said.
[Bridge - stripped, intimate, just 808 and breathy vocals]
Damn…
Didn’t know Santa could talk so dirty…
Didn’t know I’d be begging before thirty.
[Final Chorus - full aggressive soul, distorted harmonies, massive bass]
Fuck the nice list, I’m claiming the naughty,
Grind on that dick till the whole room’s foggy.
Call me your problem, your midnight wish,
Hell, I’ll be the reason you miss your shift.
Naughty or nice, baby, choose tonight,
I’m the one you punish when the mood get right.
Santa’s secret, brown skin, low lights,
Merry Christmas, daddy—now fuck me right.