Paint Tha City Red
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, I said what I said
The devil is her, Miss Lucifer, baby
Hair and nails done, but she do not play
That pussy has power, hit licks and play plays
Bougie-ghetto ride the dick and plottin all day
Louie bag, Glock holdin, pretty bad bitch slay
Make a grown man cry, make thirsty niggas chase
She'll suck a nigga dry, catch you lackin in a daze
Fly lil' mami gettin flewed out by me
When the pussy too good
You forget that she was crazy
Remind me, she pretty girl walkin turn the streets red carpets
Got the city red, Boston
All of these simps and you play me for a simpleton?
I know a couple places you could hit since you was into it
Empty out accounts, split it 50/50, hittin licks
And she wearin Prada, so you know that girl devilish
Hood, hood girl, boilin' Fabuloso
Schemin ass scammer, break bank on broke hoes
Never seen baddies that do the crime though
Drop dead gorgeous, she'll leave your mind blown
Angel in the face, but a demon, do both
Hood nigga, she gon' go for one of those
Pretty bitch, tippin on her white toes
Made bitch, she gon' clean your household, she the devil
Sexy ass stallion, steppin up in some stilettos
Settin simpin niggas up, send a nigga on your schedule
She's so devious, you should never trust her
Got the bag flip mode, fuckin with no bustas
Confession, got it bad, we ain't talkin Usher
On the side his crib, tender nigga tryna fuck her
This ain't for discussion, now he lookin all disgusted
Yeah, I know my bitch is disgustin, I just love her cause she thuggin
Lookin like a model from Fashion Nova
Hood bitch, she'll finesse Casonova
Whole lick while she lick me all over
Mi casa, su casa, Casamigos spillin over
Pretty ass thing steppin on the block
New Bonnie and Clyde, yeah, you know she ride or die
Let that nigga pick you up, you just go and send the drop
I'ma meet you at the spot after I hit your G-spot
540 fragrance, must be heaven scent
But ain't heaven sent, niggas thinkin' with their dick
Losing every common cent, I just made a lot of sense
Plus a whole lot of cents, my bitch really from the trench
I'm the shooter, she assist, spot them dicks
Hold me down or hold this blick
Goin down, un-rich the rich
Un-alive, everything that's breathin' in this bitch
She said, "chill", as she put his Richard Mill around my wrist
Lawd
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, I said what I said
The devil is her, Miss Lucifer, baby
Hair and nails done, but she do not play
That pussy has power, hit licks and play plays
Bougie-ghetto ride the dick and plottin all day
Louie bag, Glock holdin, pretty bad bitch slay
Make a grown man cry, make thirsty niggas chase
She'll suck a nigga dry, catch you lackin in a daze
Fly lil' mami gettin flewed out by me
When the pussy too good
You forget that she was crazy
Remind me, she pretty girl walkin turn the streets red carpets
Got the city red, Boston
All of these simps and you play me for a simpleton?
I know a couple places you could hit since you was into it
Empty out accounts, split it 50/50, hittin licks
And she wearin Prada, so you know that girl devilish
Hood, hood girl, boilin' Fabuloso
Schemin ass scammer, break bank on broke hoes
Never seen baddies that do the crime though
Drop dead gorgeous, she'll leave your mind blown
Angel in the face, but a demon, do both
Hood nigga, she gon' go for one of those
Pretty bitch, tippin on her white toes
Made bitch, she gon' clean your household, she the devil
Sexy ass stallion, steppin up in some stilettos
Settin simpin niggas up, send a nigga on your schedule
She's so devious, you should never trust her
Got the bag flip mode, fuckin with no bustas
Confession, got it bad, we ain't talkin Usher
On the side his crib, tender nigga tryna fuck her
This ain't for discussion, now he lookin all disgusted
Yeah, I know my bitch is disgustin, I just love her cause she thuggin
Lookin like a model from Fashion Nova
Hood bitch, she'll finesse Casonova
Whole lick while she lick me all over
Mi casa, su casa, Casamigos spillin over
Pretty ass thing steppin on the block
New Bonnie and Clyde, yeah, you know she ride or die
Let that nigga pick you up, you just go and send the drop
I'ma meet you at the spot after I hit your G-spot
540 fragrance, must be heaven scent
But ain't heaven sent, niggas thinkin' with their dick
Losing every common cent, I just made a lot of sense
Plus a whole lot of cents, my bitch really from the trench
I'm the shooter, she assist, spot them dicks
Hold me down or hold this blick
Goin down, un-rich the rich
Un-alive, everything that's breathin' in this bitch
She said, "chill", as she put his Richard Mill around my wrist
Lawd
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)
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Writer(s): Dejean Johnson
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