Red Dress

Devil in a red dress
I ain't get no bed rest
No sleep
Thinking bout the devil in a red dress)

And she came from uptown
And she uptown
Ain't no tounchdowns
She a bad one
You hear the gun sounds
And she came from uptown
My pockets up now
I ain't coming down
She's a bad one

I just just took a flight, just to catch a vibe
She a southern high, ain't no wasting time
I was tryna be on time, never press decline
I hit that bitch one time and then I made her mine
Ass fat, throw it back, what's your cash app
Cocoa butter on her skin, I had to grab that
Flashbacks in the shower, you was wet wet
Baby girl you just giving me the best sex
Your head Got me spinnin spinnin spinnin in my head
I'ma go and spend the chicken fuck the bread, when the bitches fuckin worth it
I ain't never gotta question cause I know that you gon stay here till the end

Ride till the wheels, fall off
Till the wheels and the rims fall off
Till all my friends dead and gone
You still here, you ain't never do me wrong

And she came from uptown
Her body uptown
She's a bad one
You hear the gun sounds
Yeah I need a touchdown
This ain't a buss down
Body plain Jane
It's the same thing
Devil is from uptown, her body uptown
She's a bad one, need a touchdown
Yes I hear the gun sounds, hear the gun sounds
She bring the dawgs out, bring the guns out

Ride till the wheels, fall off
Till the wheels and the rims fall off
Till all my friends dead and gone
You still here, you ain't never do me wrong

Don't call my phone
Dont hit my bitch up
You my ex, stay in yo fuckin place
And know your fuckin position, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Miller, Monty Criswell, James Earl Yeary
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