She’s Back Lyrics by Sexyy Red
She’s back, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ah (Yeah)
It’s Sexyy
Red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (Yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I put that *** on (I’m fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red *** (Yeah)
Lip gloss poppin’, I’m the one the niggas want (Mwah)
Red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (Yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I put that *** on (Fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red *** (Heh)
Lip gloss poppin’, I’m the one the niggas want (Mwah)
I like fun ***, bounce that ass, you know you ***
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 *** (Yeah)
Twerkin’ on his face, I see that friend, he got a big *** (Wow)
Bouncin’ on this ***, this my toy, this my pogo stick
Cars five-percent, I can’t be seen, I ain’t no regular *** (Yoom)
Fine freaky ***, 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 *** lame, they be fakin’, they ain’t turnt like this (It’s Sexyy)
Red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (Yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I put that *** on (I’m fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red *** (Yeah)
Lip gloss poppin’, I’m the one the niggas want (Mwah)
Red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (Yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I put that *** on (Fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red *** (Heh)
Lip gloss poppin’, I’m the one the niggas want (Mwah)
Ho thought she was cute, you look a mess, ***, you need to stop
Them fine-ass niggas be too easy, yeah, that *** too hot
Ratchet-ass ***, I like to smoke and chill out on the block (Northside)
Takin’ ***’ niggas, man, I do that *** 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 ***, you cheat on me, I’ma *** the opps
Throw that ass back, have that *** bustin’ like a Glock (Yoom)
Fine freaky ***, 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 *** lame, they be fakin’, they ain’t turnt like this (It’s Sexyy)
Red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (Yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I put that *** on (I’m fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red *** (Yeah)
Lip gloss poppin’, I’m the one the niggas want (Mwah)
Red hair, red car, slidin’ to my songs (Yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I put that *** on (Fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red *** (Heh)
Lip gloss poppin’, I’m the one the niggas want (Mwah)