CHRISTMAS COOKIES NOM NOM ft. Cody Miles Lyrics

I've been waitin' all year, go round the sun like helicopter

The holidays are here, now my gums are filled with slobber

Producing happy tears, gonna run out of my water

When Christmas tree appears, I become cookie monster

I make them, no patience, just eat the cookie dough

You bake them, I'll take them, just let the tushy go

Yummy in my tummy, eat them up like nom nom

Munching every crummy till it's all long gone

Sugar cookies, chocolate chips, butter goodies, almond figs

Lookie, lookie, double fist, like it should be in my grip

I'm a cookie mobster, not a cookie robber

Cause I cookie launder through Betty Crocker

I'ma take em' off her, don't make it awkward

I'll make an offer like Godfather

Frankincense or myrrh, nah I want cookie aroma

When the cookie's served, I'm done acting like a grownup

Gotta drop a turd, making sure that I don't throw em' up

January 1st, I'll be in a sugar coma

Preheat the oven, grease up the pans

Christmas is coming, tell the whole fam

'Tis the season to be grubbing, get the stretchy pants

Cancel the turducken, we got cookie plans

Oh my my, it's Christmas time

I will buy every cookie that I find

Flatten the dough, rolling pin

Grabbing the whole utensil bin

Snack as I go, not just a pinch

Act like I'm grown, sneak it in

Santas, bells, stars, snowflakes

Angels, trees, snowman shapes

Stockings, ornaments, and presents

Candy canes, I'm in heaven

Cut em' out and heat them up

Cool them down, naw that's a bluff

Burn the mouth, hot to the touch

Worth the ouch, can't get enough

Pillsbury, Nestle, I don't care how messy

I'd marry every recipe, judiciary, let me

Not just a few, I eat a pound

No need to chew, just swallow down

Not gonna lose them on the ground

Fallen food is treasure found

Gingerbread and snickerdoodle

I'm no rookie, don't need Google

Not done yet, cookie strudel

No baked cookies in my food-hole

Toppings fighting, fair game

Candy dicing, fine grain

Piping icing, cookie stains

Sprinkles flying, rainbow rain

Preheat the oven, grease up the pans

Christmas is coming, tell the whole fam

'Tis the season to be grubbing, get the stretchy pants

Cancel the turducken, we got cookie plans

Whip it up, whip it up

Got that cookie in my cup

Mix it up, mix it up

Nah, we don't leave no crumbs

They call me the dough boy

I've been making dough, boy

If y'all ain't making dough, boy

Then Santa making no toys

Oh boy, oy vey

I've been known to celebrate

Every time we hit the kitchen

I've been known to elevate

Kitchen to a club

Wrap them cookies up in cellophane

Gonna spread the love from above

Plus the smell is great

If you're eating keto

Then we'll make it out of bone

If you give a Shawn a cookie

He will eat you out of home

If you were on the naughty list

Then give me all your coal

Turn the world into an oven

Half a cookie makes you whole

I'm calling out his secrets

Santa Claus, get mad

You're the cookies to my milk

But this milk is going bad

And I don't have a Christmas list

But when December hits

I call my cookies a la mode the Alamo

Cause you'll remember it

Preheat the oven, grease up the pans

Christmas is coming, tell the whole fam

'Tis the season to be grubbing, get the stretchy pants

Cancel the turducken, we got cookie plans

Preheat the oven, grease up the pans

Christmas is coming, tell the whole fam

'Tis the season to be grubbing, get the stretchy pants

Cancel the turducken, we got cookie plans