snow nixon – red lyrics
[chorus]
may god be with you all
[verse 1: maximillion bazillion]
i’m vibin’
into that p-ssy i’m divin’
i’m calling shotgun
so lil’ homie you drivin’
ftp on the snapback
and supreme on the jeans
always 21 just like blackjack
g-ssed up like boston baked beans
s-x game is too lit
gotta grab my d-ck with an oven mitt
but if a ho throws a fit
they get 80 grit to their cl-t
to summarize, we sodomize
f-cking each girl different, it’s customized
we’re glamorized, they fantasize
they’re brutalized and fertilized
if she wants hurt, i’m gonna flirt
b-tches love me cause i make ’em squirt
hands on her t-ts like a t-shirt
don’t get undressed, i go upskirt
got a bad b-tch on the east coast
i get her hot like a pot roast
got her screaming like she caught the holy ghost
then she takes over like an outpost
don’t make love, i f-ck hard
that p-ssy, mouth, and backyard
her eyes crossin’, going r-t-rd
then she’s p-ssed around like a playing card
i flunked recess cause i don’t play
turnin’ b-tches out and men g-y
i fist your b-tch like a melee
cause i got the juice like ocean spray
[chorus]
may god be with you all
may god be with you all
[verse 2: sam buca]
i’m chillin’
nefarious like a villain
better buy a casket cause that p-ssy i’m k!llin’
i get deep penetration
without hesitation
you act like you don’t want it
but we both know you’re fakin’
i’m no casanova
more like marquis de sade
i never spoil them b-tches
cause i never spare them the rod
you say you want christian grey
but i’m 50 shades darker
and my marks won’t fade away
just like a permanent marker
straight out of your nightmares
not the man of your dreams
got a sound proof play room
so no one can hear your screams
ball gagged and leashed up
i’ll make you crawl on the floor
doin’ whatever i want
cause you’re my good little wh0r-
b-tch you’re gonna learn
the real meaning of sore
when i’m givin’ you the business
’til you can’t take no more
and i’m not gonna stop
cause the safe word is keep going
and when i bring the pain
you’ll wish that you’d of quit hoeing
i’ll have you speaking in tongues
like a pentecostal pastor
when i push you past your limits
then go harder and faster
cause i’m the dom, you’re the sub
you’re the slave, i’m the master
i’ll have you fallin’ in love
then ghost your -ss like i’m casper
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