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sexyy red – she’s back lyrics

[intro]
she’s back, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), ah (yeah)
it’s s+xyy

[chorus]
red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (yoom)
yeah, i look good when i put that sh+t on (i’m fine)
true religion jeans, ass out, red thong (yeah)
lip gloss poppin’, i’m the one the n+ggas want (mwah)
red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (yoom)
yeah, i look good when i put that sh+t on (fine)
true religion jeans, ass out, red thong (heh)
lip gloss poppin’, i’m the one the n+ggas want (mwah)

[verse 1]
i like fun b+tches, bounce that ass, you know you s+xy
say he like my smile and my brown+skin complexion (mwah)
you think this ass fat? just imagine when i’m naked
tattoos on my body, i’ll have you nuttin’ in some seconds
do your thing, baby, i’m with whatever, love that freaky sh+t (yeah)
twerkin’ on his face, i see that friend, he got a big d+ck (wow)
bouncin’ on this n+gga, this my toy, this my pogo stick
cars five+percent, i can’t be seen, i ain’t no regular b+tch (yoom)

[pre+chorus]
fine freaky b+tch, bounce that ass, yeah, do the splits (baow)
swervin’ all in traffic with my friends lookin’ for the tricks (baow, baow)
hit up my lil’ yeah, what’s the word, baby? what’s the sitch?
these other b+tches lame, they be fakin’, they ain’t turnt like this (it’s s+xyy)
[chorus]
red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (yoom)
yeah, i look good when i put that sh+t on (i’m fine)
true religion jeans, ass out, red thong (yeah)
lip gloss poppin’, i’m the one the n+ggas want (mwah)
red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (yoom)
yeah, i look good when i put that sh+t on (fine)
true religion jeans, ass out, red thong (heh)
lip gloss poppin’, i’m the one the n+ggas want (mwah)

[verse 2]
ho thought she was cute, you look a mess, b+tch, you need to stop
them fine+ass n+ggas be too easy, yeah, that d+ck too hot
ratchet+ass b+tch, i like to smoke and chill out on the block (northside)
takin’ b+tches’ n+ggas, man, i do that sh+t an awful lot (you know)
ain’t beefin’ with these hoes, ’cause they broke, can’t even bunk a knot
drive the car fast like i stole it, but it ain’t a box (yoom)
i’m the type of b+tch, you cheat on me, i’ma f+ck the opps
throw that ass back, have that n+gga bustin’ like a glock (yoom)

- sexyy red lyrics

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