That girl is whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, need no mistletoe
My girl's the finest, the fliest
No ho, ho, ho, y'all feel me?

Hop in my car
Wanna ride shotgun down the boulevard?
You know who we are
I sing your favorite song

It's that time of the year
No snow in L.A., but at least you're here
I hold you while you melt in my arms

'Cause, tonight you're mine (you're mine)
December twentififth, goin' down like this

Put your lips on my lips
Wish me merry kissmas
Make it easy as one, two, three
Close your eyes, make a wish
Wish me merry kissmas
And the rest is just history

That girl is whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, need no mistletoe
My girl's the finest, the fliest
No ho, ho, ho, y'all feel me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, need no mistletoe
My girl's the finest, the fliest
No ho, ho, ho, y'all feel me?

Everyday's a holiday
When baby's makin' out with me
Sit on my lap like I'm Santa Claus

One time for the man, oh
Gotta say thank you, put my hands up
Look at this angel that's on my arm

'Cause, tonight you're mine (you're mine)
December twentififth, goin' down like this

Put your lips on my lips
Wish me merry kissmas
Make it easy as one, two, three
Close your eyes, make a wish
Wish me merry kissmas
And the rest is just history

That girl is whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, need no mistletoe
My girl's the finest, the fliest
No ho, ho, ho, y'all feel me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yo, need no mistletoe
My girl's the finest, the fliest
No ho, ho, ho, y'all feel me?

Put your lips on my lips
Wish me merry kissmas
Make it easy as one, two, three
Close your eyes, make a wish
Wish me merry kissmas
And the rest is just history (yeah)
Y'all feel me?

(Oh, ooh, ay)
(Oh, ooh, ay)
(Oh, ooh, ay)
Y'all feel me?

(Oh, ooh, ay)
(Oh, ooh, ay)
(Oh, ooh, ay)
Y'all feel me?

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Cloud9, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brahim Fouradi, Carlos J. Vrolijk, Edwin Serrano, Memru F. P. Reniaan, Robert Peter Williams