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Sexyy Red - In Sexyy We Trust Album Lyrics



Sexyy Red - In Sexyy We Trust Lyrics






Tim Talking

Motherf*ckers always on the internet talkin' about, "Sexyy ain't about this, Sexyy ain't about that"
Shut the f*ck up
She been that bitch since motherf*ckin' first grade
Stop f*ckin' playin'
If I catch another motherf*cker talkin' shit about Sexyy, I'm f*ckin' beatin' their ass
Y'all know she be with them shooters on the North Side
They savages out there
You're not f*ckin' with my bitch Sexyy, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Writer: Janae Wherry
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






She’s Back

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 shit on (I'm fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red thong (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 shit on (Fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red thong (Heh)
Lip gloss poppin', I'm the one the niggas want (Mwah)


I like fun bitches, bounce that ass, you know you sexy
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 shit (Yeah)
Twerkin' on his face, I see that print, he got a big dick (Wow)
Bouncin' on this nigga, this my toy, this my pogo stick
Cars five-percent, I can't be seen, I ain't no regular bitch (Yoom)

Fine freaky bitch, 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 bitches 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 shit on (I'm fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red thong (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 shit on (Fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red thong (Heh)
Lip gloss poppin', I'm the one the niggas want (Mwah)

Ho thought she was cute, you look a mess, bitch, you need to stop
Them fine-ass niggas be too easy, yeah, that dick too hot
Ratchet-ass bitch, I like to smoke and chill out on the block (Northside)
Takin' bitches' niggas, man, I do that shit 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 bitch, you cheat on me, I'ma f*ck the opps
Throw that ass back, have that nigga bustin' like a Glock (Yoom)

Fine freaky bitch, 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 bitches 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 shit on (I'm fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red thong (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 shit on (Fine)
True Religion jeans, ass out, red thong (Heh)
Lip gloss poppin', I'm the one the niggas want (Mwah)
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Boss Me Up

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Mm, uh, uh
Yep, yep
Uh, it's Sexyy


I need a rich nigga, I be on rich shit (Yeah)
Keep my hair done and an outfit (Sexyy)
These niggas love me 'cause I'm a boss bitch (Yep)
I ain't no cheap ho, this shit costly (Bling)
I'm a sexy bitch, can't keep 'em off me, uh (Ooh)
Drivin' foreign cars, I ain't got no license, no (Yoom)
Never f*ckin' broke niggas and they triflin' (Ugh)
Now these niggas give me money 'cause they like me (It's Sexyy)

Boss me up, Drake, ice me out, Drake
F*ckin' with thеm bougie hoes, I know they coochiе stank (Ew)
Post me on the IG, put it in they face (Hmm?)
You need a real hood bitch that's gon' up your rank (Sexyy)
He like my country accent and my brown eyes
Caramel skin, slim thick, tatted on the thighs (Tatted)
He thought I was rookie, I caught him by surprise
Only way I'm suckin' dick is if that shit fire
Let's go half on a baby, shoot the club up
Tired of f*ckin' broke niggas, turn my life up
Put this ghetto coochie on you, I'ma have you stuck
You ain't know what you was doin', I taught you how to f*ck (Yeah)
You ain't used to that, this some good kitty cat (Northside)
I ain't get my body done, but this ass super fat
Help me pay my bills, give a bitch a stack (Bands)
He fell in love with me by the way I throw it back (Sexyy)
[Interlude]
(I taught you how to f*ck, yeah)
(He fell in love with me by the way I throw it back)
(He fell in love with me by the way I throw it back)

I need a rich nigga, I be on rich shit (Yeah)
Keep my hair done and an outfit (Sexyy)
These niggas love me 'cause I'm a boss bitch (Yep)
I ain't no cheap ho, this shit costly (Bling)
I'm a sexy bitch, can't keep 'em off me, uh (Ooh)
Drivin' foreign cars, I ain't got no license, no (Yoom)
Never f*ckin' broke niggas and they triflin' (Ugh)
Now these niggas give me money 'cause they like me (It's Sexyy)
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Writer: Janae Wherry, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






U My Everything

[ Featuring Drake ]

Uh-huh, yeah
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ahem
I say hoo, baby (yep, I love you, bae)
Bae, I love you, you my everything (this for you)
I wrote this for you, baby

Bae, I love you, you my everything
I'm your main bitch, f*ck a wedding ring
We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes (yoom)
When I'm away from you, you always on my brain

Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (it's there)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I swear)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I don't care)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (Sexyy, in this world)

He protect me, let them pistols bang (baow)
If you f*ck with me, go tattoo my name
I like to spoil him and he do the same
I think we soulmates, you my twin flame
Tell them hoes that shit dead, I don't play 'bout you (No)
He got my head f*cked up and he hella cute
It turn me on when he pull up on me in that coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
They be askin' what is we? I'm like, "My whoopty-woo" (on Blood)
He be tellin' me he love me and I love him too (It's there)
I only knew him for a week, but I swear this my boo (I swear)
I might let the nigga trap me, bitch, my summer through (I don't care)
But I don't even give a f*ck, do anything for you (in this world)

Bae, I love you, you my everything
I'm your main bitch, f*ck a wedding ring
We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes (yoom)
When I'm away from you, you always on my brain

Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (it's there)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I swear)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I don't care)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (yeah, Sexyy, in this world)

Give me the pussy, I'm bullyin' shit
Hit from the back and I'm pullin' your shit
I had some smoke in the city, I wanted to see you, but, baby, I couldn't just dip
You know the timin' we on when my niggas start lurkin' and tyin' they hoodies and shit
Soon as this shit get resolved, I'll turn to librarian for you, I'm bookin' that shit
Let's do it, Red, girl, I love you, let's do it
Showed enough love to the city, I promise, so let's get the f*ck out St. Louis
Maybe we go to Saint Lucia, I been there, so I'll introduce you
Or maybe you go to Saint Martin with me if these niggas take break and quit startin' with me
Maybe we go to Saint Kitts, if you and your BD are calling it splits
Then maybe we call it an accident, you slip, you trip, you fall on my dick
Why you love me? Still a mystery, me and the surgeon got history
I changed a lot of girls' lives for real, they need a new body, they hittin' me, ayy
BBL Drizzy, they want a new body, they ask me for it
The last one, Jung, he did it for free 'cause I sent over so many past ones for him
But Red, don't even worry about all of that shit, just keep it natural for 'em, I swear
I got a passion for you, I swear, I got attraction for you, I swear
Yeah, you think I'm a bachelor, girl, but I swear
You ain't get your master's, but I'm still breakin' your back in the master bedroom, I swear
You send a pic in them shorts and I had to send you a caption like I was there
You the hood bitch of my dreams, Sexyy, girl, you just ask for me and I'm there

Bae, I love you, you my everything
I'm your main bitch, f*ck a wedding ring
We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes (yoom)
When I'm away from you, you always on my brain

Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (it's there)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I swear)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I don't care)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (Sexyy, in this world)
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Writer: Janae Wherry, Aubrey Graham, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Ova Bad

(Tay Keith, what the f*ck up, nigga?)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah
It's Sexyy

Big-booty bitch, suck some toes, shake that ass ho (Red)
Drop and hit some splits, bitch, I wanna see that cameltoe (It's Red)
Fine-ass bitch and she get that from her mama, though (Yeah)
Turnt up off that liquor, they say, "Sexyy do the f*ckin' most"
Fine-ass bitch, yeah, I know she got some kids (Damn)
Hold a nigga down when he did that fire bid (A hundred)
Can't tell me nothin' about her 'cause she know that she the shit (Fire)
Three baby daddies, yeah, I know that coochie hit

Big fine ass, thick ghetto ass (Uh)
Got these hoes mad (Yeah), this bitch over bad (Sexyy)
Big fine ass, thick ghetto ass (Uh)
Got these hoes mad (Yeah), this bitch over bad

Sexyy do the most, yeah, bitch, I'm turnt up (You know it)
Everywhere I go, all these niggas show me love
Hoes always hatin', niggas wanna give me hugs (Mwah)
Bitch, don't try nothin' stupid, 'cause I keep a weapon tucked (Grraow, baow)
Ass fat, titties perky, caramel skin, damn, she perfect
Spend a bag on a bitch like me 'cause you know I'm worth it
Hit that Sexyy walk past them hatin' hoes, watch me work it
Damn, I'm high as f*ck, I just smoked a blunt and popped a yerky (Yeah)

Big fine ass (Duh), thick ghetto ass (Uh)
Got these hoes mad (Sexyy), this bitch over bad (You know it)
Big fine ass, thick ghetto ass (Yup)
Got these hoes mad, this bitch over bad

Tatted like a Mexican, I'm on my bullshit again (You know it)
He like my face tats and I got some soft skin (It's Sexyy)
I'm with my homegirls, I told him, "Nigga, bring your friends" (What's up?)
Big Sexyy the baddest, I be settin' all the trends (Knew that)
Northside shit, fine ghetto bitch (Northside)
I got some pigeon toes, you know this coochie hit (It's fire)
I got a pretty smile and some pretty tits (Perky)
Cash out at the mall, whatever I want, I get (Yeah)

Big fine ass (Duh), thick ghetto ass (Uh)
Got these hoes mad (Sexyy), this bitch over bad (You know it)
Big fine ass, thick ghetto ass (Yup)
Got these hoes mad, this bitch over bad
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Writer: Janae Wherry, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Get It Sexyy

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Grraow, baow, baow, baow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Sexyy

Slim thick, caramel skin
5'5", this bitch a ten (yeah)
Hair done, bills paid
Catch me slidin' in a Benz (yoom)
I ain't lookin' for no man
Ain't recruitin' no new friends
Louis bag filled with bands
Go on, Sexyy, do your dance
Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Boy, you know this ass super fat (I ain't lyin', though)
F*ck me good, I'm throwin' that shit back (I'm his favorite ho)
He wanna kiss me all over my tats (uh, uh, uh, uh, I'ma let him, though)
I'm so f*ckin' sexy they attack (all these niggas on go)
Feelin' myself 'cause I know that I'm that (yeah, bitch, I'm go)
Ridin' through St. Louis in a Scat (and I can't go slow)
Bustdown middle part and I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)
Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (but you knew that though)

Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)

Big Sexyy blood, love the hoes
Bounce that ass, touch them toes (uh-huh)
Booty shorts, coochie swole
Thong all up my booty hole
Niggas cheaters, they on go
Trust a nigga, that's a no
He can eat my coochie, though
Awesome Johnson got me throwed
Little miss Sexyy walkin' down the street (beep beep)
I don't know what to do 'cause the niggas after me (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm so f*ckin' sexy, yeah, my skin is glistenin' (woo, woo, woo-woo)
Diamonds hittin' hard, niggas wanna join my team (woo, woo, bling)

Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Slim thick, caramel skin
5'5", this bitch a ten (yeah)
Hair done, bills paid
Catch me slidin' in a Benz
I ain't lookin' for no man
Ain't recruitin' no new friends
Louis bag filled with bands
Go on, Sexyy, do your dance
Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get it, Sexyy, get it, Sexyy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
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Writer: Christopher Dooley, Jamaal Parker, Janae Wherry, Juan Salinas, LeQuinston Smith, Oscar Salinas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Fake Jammin

(Keke 808)
Close that door for me
(Keke 80—)

Niggas say they jammin' lines, they ain't jammin' shit
These bitches ain't beefin' 'bout no money, they mad 'bout some dick (Broke)
Fast cars, no fishbowl, I need five-percent (You know it)
Country bitch, he like my swag and my accent
This coochie wet, baby, you ain't gotta use no spit
I'm real conceited, since first grade, I been that bitch
You got a girl, boo, it's cool, I ain't gon' tell her shit
We go together now, mwah, give me a kiss

Bitch, you know I'm hella sexy (You know it)
All these niggas wanna neck me
These bitches know I be flexin'
Look at the diamonds in my necklace
No panties on with a sundress
Never trust a bitch if she tatted on the chest
Glock in my purse and I'm posted on the set
You ain't really jammin', nigga, where your geeks at?

Niggas say they jammin' lines, they ain't jammin' shit
These bitches ain't beefin' 'bout no money, they mad 'bout some dick (Broke)
Fast cars, no fishbowl, I need five-percent (You know it)
Country bitch, he like my swag and my accent
This coochie wet, baby, you ain't gotta use no spit
I'm real conceited, since first grade, I been that bitch
You got a girl, boo, it's cool, I ain't gon' tell her shit
We go together now, mwah, give me a kiss

Bitches know I don't be playin'
My a.k.a. Ms. Take-Your-Man
My a.k.a. Ms. Take-Your-Nigga
I got 'em goin' off the jiggas
I'm in somethin' fast slidin' through your city, yeah, yeah
These hoes don't like me 'cause they know they ain't f*ckin' with me, yeah, yeah
These niggas lyin' like they really jammin' Fendi, yeah, yeah
I need a nigga with a ten-car line like Wendy's, yeah, yeah

Niggas say they jammin' lines, they ain't jammin' shit
These bitches ain't beefin' 'bout no money, they mad 'bout some dick (Broke)
Fast cars, no fishbowl, I need five-percent (You know it)
Country bitch, he like my swag and my accent
This coochie wet, baby, you ain't gotta use no spit
I'm real conceited, since first grade, I been that bitch
You got a girl, boo, it's cool, I ain't gon' tell her shit
We go together now, mwah, give me a kiss
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Janae Wherry, Brytavious LeKeith Chambers, Keke 808
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Outside

Gray leggings on, ass lookin' right
With my best friend, we on bullshit tonight (Sexyy)
Bitch, we off the Rémy, I'm off the blunt fried (Yeah)
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside (What's up?)
The niggas outside
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside (What's the word?)
The niggas outside
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside

Shakin' ass, that's all we do (Baow)
Hittin' splits on the top of the roof (Duh)
Top-notch bitch with a top-notch crew
I'm single as the f*ck, bae, what's up with you?
You like the way I look? Well, I like you too (Come here)
I'll dog me a nigga, f*ck him good, I'm through
Throw that ass on a preacher, make him say "Hallelujah"
But I like my niggas young, Big Sexyy a cougar (Woo)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Where the niggas at? (Uh)
Where the niggas at? (Uh)
Where the niggas at?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Where the niggas at? (Uh)
Where the niggas at?

[Chorus]
Gray leggings on, ass lookin' right
With my best friend, we on bullshit tonight (Sexyy)
Bitch, we off the Rémy, I'm off the blunt fried (Yeah)
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside (What's up?)
The niggas outside
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside (What's the word?)
The niggas outside
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside

Lip gloss poppin' (Mwah), you know I'm show-stoppin' (Duh)
Baby daddy mad, he always cock-blockin'
I'm lookin' real cute, what you wanna do?
Call them niggas up, tell them boys pull through (Pull up)
And I don't give a f*ck
I'm in the club shakin' ass and my homegirls drunk
Hoes tryna mug 'cause I'm sexy as f*ck
I'll take your man and you won't say nothin'

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Where the niggas at? (Uh)
Where the niggas at? (Uh)
Where the niggas at?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Where the niggas at? (Uh)
Where the niggas at?

Gray leggings on, ass lookin' right
With my best friend, we on bullshit tonight (Sexyy)
Bitch, we off the Rémy, I'm off the blunt fried (Yeah)
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside (What's up?)
The niggas outside
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside (What's the word?)
The niggas outside
Time to get dressed, bitch, the niggas outside

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
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Writer: Michael L. Williams II, Janae N. Wherry
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Sexyy Love Money

[Sexyy Red]
Yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Uh, uh, it's Sexyy

Sexyy love money (Yeah), Sexyy love cars (Yeah)
Sexyy love ridin' presidential, I'm a star (Yoom)
Sexyy smoke exotic (Yeah), Sexyy sip lean (Yep)
Sexyy got 'em choosin', I'm the baddest on the scene
Sexyy love money (Yeah), Sexyy love cars (Yeah)
Sexyy love ridin' presidential, I'm a star (Yoom)
Sеxyy smoke exotic (Yeah), Sеxyy sip lean (Yep)
Sexyy got 'em choosin', I'm the baddest on the scene

Got my money up, bitch, I can't act right
Everywhere I go, these niggas choosin' and these hoes be dykes
Pretty face, ghetto shit, tatted up, I'm just his type
Higher than a motherf*cker, eyes lookin' like ching-chi
Hood rich bitch, I'm at McDonalds, I want a small fry
Cool just like a fan, niggas wanna hang 'cause I'm a vibe
Hoes always worried 'bout another bitch, ho, do your job
Shittin' on these bitches, I'm just chillin', I don't even try
New booty, Benz cherry paint, and it's tinted five
Where the niggas at, I'm with my bitches and we tryna slide
I like bougie niggas, when you speak to him, he don't say hi
My baby work the chop while I swerve this bitch, yeah, we outside

Sexyy love money (Yeah), Sexyy love cars (Yeah)
Sexyy love ridin' presidential, I'm a star (Yoom)
Sexyy smoke exotic (Yeah), Sexyy sip lean (Yep)
Sexyy got 'em choosin', I'm the baddest on the scene
Sexyy love money (Yeah), Sexyy love cars (Yeah)
Sexyy love ridin' presidential, I'm a star (Yoom)
Sexyy smoke exotic (Yeah), Sexyy sip lean (Yep)
Sexyy got 'em choosin', I'm the baddest on the scene

[VonOff1700]
Uh, whenever I hop in the V, don't even come if you ain't tryna step on a nigga (Dumbass)
Hang with the opps, then try to come back on our side, that's how you get left in the middle
That nigga got hit with a ten, when they seen the wounds, they thought he got hit with a missile
I let off some shots on Central, this bitch so loud, they heard that shit on Crystal (You know that)
We hit his ass so many times, he just ain't died, but I bet you the lil' nigga crippled
Caught his ass goin' on a date, I hit him and his bitch, I heard she got hit in the nipple
Diss on the gang, your dumb stupid ass gon' die, nigga it's just that simple
You wanna war with the gang, my best advice, you better get you a pistol
When we bounced out on him, the nigga was so damn scared, the nigga sneezed when we hit him
We hit his ass all in his head, he was dead on the scene, somebody need to go get him
We killed him in front of his mama, that bitch was so shocked, she fell to her knees when we hit him
I'm the type to say f*ck your homie all up on the 'Gram then pour lean with his killer

[Sexyy Red]
Sexyy love money (Yeah), Sexyy love cars (Yeah)
Sexyy love ridin' presidential, I'm a star (Yoom)
Sexyy smoke exotic (Yeah), Sexyy sip lean (Yep)
Sexyy got 'em choosin', I'm the baddest on the scene
Sexyy love money (Yeah), Sexyy love cars (Yeah)
Sexyy love ridin' presidential, I'm a star (Yoom)
Sexyy smoke exotic (Yeah), Sexyy sip lean (Yep)
Sexyy got 'em choosin', I'm the baddest on the scene
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Writer: Janae N. Wherry, Brytavious LeKeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Sport

Okay
Northside
Yeah, it's Sexyy
Bitch
You know what the f*ck goin' on, ho

Bitch, I been a boss and can't nobody tell me otherwise
Let him kill the coochie, take a Plan B, double homicide
Dick stand at attention when he see me, it's gon' fall in line
Bitch, I throw it back and bust it open like a forty-five
Treat him like a couch, I sit this ass right on his sexy face
You know that this coochie smell like water, it ain't got no taste
Make these niggas nut just off my words, you hoes can't relate
My body firm, my money long, my coochie good, that's how I beat the case (Sexyy)

Caramel-skin bitch from the North (Yeah)
Legs lookin' good when I rock my booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
Can't trust what bitches say if you ain't hear it from the source (Ayy)
You know I be killin' these hoes, that's my sport (You know it)
Hoes lame, they some dorks
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork (Grraow, baow)
I ain't have a weapon, so I stabbed her with a fork
You know I be killin' these hoes, that's my sport

Let him ride behind me (Skrrt), lost him, he can't find me (Yoom)
Flip him like a quarter, you can't tell me 'bout no dime piece
I know I'm the shit, baby, you ain't gotta remind me
I'll hop on your song and make your label wanna sign me
Me and all my sisters stick together like we Siamese (Twin)
Baby keep them chopsticks by his side, I think he Chinese (Ching-choing)
Poppin' big shit with no award or no nominees
Bitch, your coochie dry, I'm tryna flood him with tsunamis

Caramel-skin bitch from the North (Yeah)
Legs lookin' good when I rock my booty shorts (Northside, Northside)
Can't trust what bitches say if you ain't hear it from the source
You know I be killin' these hoes, that's my sport (On Blood)
Hoes lame, they some dorks (Lame ass)
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork (Grraow, baow)
I ain't have a weapon, so I stabbed her with a fork (Grraow, baow)
You know I be killin' these hoes, that's my sport
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Writer: Janae Wherry, Tyler Cates, Noc
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






TTG (Go)

(Tay Keith, what the f*ck up, nigga?)
Yeah
Motherf*ckers got me sick and shit, you know this voice
It's Sexyy

Go (Sexyy), go (Sexyy), go (Sexyy), go (Sexyy), go (Sexyy), go (Sexyy), yoom
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Foreign car whipper (Skrrt), Mrs. Take-Your-Nigga (You know it)
I be doin' my thing (Yeah), Sexyy got that William (Yoom)
Done lost some behind my baby daddy and we killed 'em (Dummy)
Marked up the pink Benz, now I gotta slide the rental (Skrrt)
Bad bitches shakin' ass, hangin' out the window (Ugh, ugh)
He like the way I whip the 'Vette, he wanna give me a pickle (Damn)
Hop out thick as f*ck, booty cheeks got dimples (Ooh)
Play with Sexyy Red, them shooters at your temple (grraow, baow)

All my bitches trained to go, bitch, we TTG
Ain't got it on me, is you stupid? What the f*ck you think?
Pull up on you, ain't see me comin', you couldn't even blink
Opps be cliquin' up, they ugly and they pussy stink

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, yoom
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sexyy)

Yoom, I'm in that two-door thing (Skrrt)
This a new booty, I be ballin', nigga, f*ck the rain
Big Sexyy pull up to the block and all the kids like, "Dang" (Dang)
I'm trailin' foreigns through the hood, look like we sell cocaine (Cha-ching)
They want Big Sexyy to get us on, 'cause I'ma do my thing
All my whips be tinted five and they got candy paint
I'm in the spaceship smokin' gas, and we off hella drank
We with the shooters, they so ruthless, they don't even think (Baow)

All my bitches trained to go, bitch, we TTG
Ain't got it on me, is you stupid? What the f*ck you think?
Pull up on you, ain't see me comin', you couldn't even blink
Opps be cliquin' up, they ugly and they pussy stink

Ugh, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go (Sexyy), yoom
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Janae Wherry, Brytavious LeKeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Lick Me

[Sexyy Red]
So, what's up?
Hahaha

Lick me like you lick that blunt
Lick it 'til you make me cum
Kiss it 'til yo' lips get numb
Pop this pill, let's have some fun
F*ck yo' bitch, she ain't got no nothin'
Dick so good, I wanna have his son
Drink that cum 'til it make me drunk
Drop that dick, daddy, make me run

Let's go home, make me moan, show me what you workin' with
More Patron, dick too long, stroke it, baby, circle it
You want a freaky bitch? Then I'm what you need
I need a strong nigga like Hercules
I can ride the dick, I got good knees
When I'm mad at him, he be like, "Sexyy, please"
I would've came through with no clothes on
But I couldn't do it, put the robe on
And I got your favorite color thong on
Wanna make a flick, cut the phone on
When I throw this coochie, nigga, attack
Grip this ass, I want it smacked
Lick between my coochie crack
Pull it out, nut on my back

Lick me like you lick that blunt
Lick it 'til you make me cum
Kiss it 'til yo' lips get numb
Pop this pill, let's have some fun
F*ck yo' bitch, she ain't got no nothin'
Dick so good, I wanna have his son
Drink that cum 'til it make me drunk
Drop that dick, daddy, make me run

[Lil Baby]
Take that dick, mama, don't you run (Comin')
Same spot 'til I make you cum (Comin')
In the butt 'til ya legs get numb
Turn around, to the back, I'ma take my time
You played to sweep me, I knew you was freaky
My hand in your hair, get massaged while you— (Oh)
Pull up, no panties, you know how to greet me (Listen)
You turn me on when you tell me, "Go deeper"
So I go deeper, take every inch, mama know she a keeper
I take a Perc' to make sure that I keep her
Eat up yo' soul, f*ck you crazy, you'll sleep good
Always some new shit, ain't never the usual
I f*ck you so good 'til I have you delusional (Crazy)
Head-tap that pussy, no way that I'm losin' you
You leave yo' vibrator, I know what I'm doin'
F*ck 'til we burnt out, you know why you fluent
Drillin' your shit, you like, "Why is you doin' this?"
Make you cum first, bae, I know not to ruin this
Go get a towel, you know how your fluids get, squirt

[Sexyy Red & Lil Baby]
Lick me like you lick that blunt (Yeah)
Lick it 'til you make me cum (Cum)
Kiss it 'til yo' lips get numb (Numb)
Pop this pill, let's have some fun (Fun)
F*ck yo' bitch, she ain't got no nothin'
Dick so good, I wanna have his son (Uh)
Drink that cum 'til it make me drunk
Drop that dick, daddy, make me run
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Writer: Janae Wherry, C Clips Beatz, Dominique Armani Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Awesome Jawsome

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
(Yeah) It's Sexyy

I like dreadheads (Yeah), I put 'em on they knees (Ugh)
It's a barbeque, you got the grill, I got the meat
Gimme that awesome jawsome, suck it, baby, use your teeth (Skee-yee)
Shake your dreads between my legs, do it for a G (Yeah)
I like dreadheads (Yeah), I put 'em on they knees (Ugh)
It's a barbeque, you got the grill, I got the meat
Gimme that awesome jawsome, suck it, baby, use your teeth (Skee-yee)
Shake your dreads between my legs, do it for a G

He said he don't do this, but he gon' do it for me (Sexyy)
Nigga, quit all that fakin', you know you a eat-eat
Heard the head game was fire, but that dick hella weak (Lame)
Hate a lame-ass nigga that be f*ckin' offbeat
Lick me up, lick me down, baby, play with my feet
It ain't no shame in my game, hell yeah, I'm a freak (You knew that)
I won't tell your girlfriend, you know I keep it P
I ain't never heard a nigga say that my coochie stink

Yes, I swear
I say, "Babe, but I ain't shave," he don't care
I'm that bitch, for real, he eat it with the hair (Ooh)
He gon' do it if I say it 'cause I'm her (Sexyy)
He told me come sit on his face and I say, "Purr"

I like dreadheads (Yeah), I put 'em on they knees (Ugh)
It's a barbeque, you got the grill, I got the meat
Gimme that awesome jawsome, suck it, baby, use your teeth (Skee-yee)
Shake your dreads between my legs, do it for a G (Yeah)
I like dreadheads (Yeah), I put 'em on they knees (Ugh)
It's a barbeque, you got the grill, I got the meat
Gimme that awesome jawsome, suck it, baby, use your teeth (Skee-yee)
Shake your dreads between my legs, do it for a G (Yeah)

I'm lookin' fine, I smell good, say he f*ck with my songs (Sexyy)
We in the back seat, he trippin' tryna eat on my thong (Uh)
I be twirlin' on his face, do your thing, make me moan (Uh)
I get that dick hard instantly, I'm turnin' him on (Uh)
Bitch, I'm Sexyy Red, you better do what ever I say
I'm on my period, it's blood drippin' down his face (On Blood)
I do voodoo on a nigga, make him stalk my page (That's crazy)
He tried to call me his lil' girlfriend, nah, I'm cool, gang

Yes, I swear
I say, "Babe, but I ain't shave," he don't care
I'm that bitch, for real, he eat it with the hair (Ooh)
He gon' do it if I say it 'cause I'm her
He told me come sit on his face, and I say, "Purr"

I like dreadheads (Yeah), I put 'em on they knees (Ugh)
It's a barbeque, you got the grill, I got the meat
Gimme that awesome jawsome, suck it, baby, use your teeth (Skee-yee)
Shake your dreads between my legs, do it for a G (Mwah)
I like dreadheads (Yeah), I put 'em on they knees (Ugh)
It's a barbeque, you got the grill, I got the meat
Gimme that awesome jawsome, suck it, baby, use your teeth (Skee-yee)
Shake your dreads between my legs, do it for a G (Mwah)
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Writer: Janae Wherry, Brytavious LeKeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






It’s My Birthday

I know, I know, I been that bitch
Been that bitch since the motherf*ckin' first grade
All you hoes know what's up with me
It's my motherf*ckin' birthday
But really every day my birthday, though

(It's my birthday) Finna throw on a fresh fit
(It's my birthday) Tie me up, get me lit (On Blood)
(It's my birthday) Know I'm finna pop my shit (Yeah)
(It's my birthday) Me and my crew, we in this bitch (Sexyy)

(It's my birthday) Yeah (It's my birthday), yeah
(It's my birthday) Ooh (It's my birthday), tie me up
(It's my birthday) Tie me up (It's my birthday), yeah, yeah, yeah, tie me up
(It's my birthday) Tie me up (It's my birthday)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, I'm in a Nascar (Nyoom)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm freaky, at the bar
Niggas gettin' star-struck when they see me 'cause big Sexyy hard
If you wanna impress mе, put them bands in a birthday card
(Sexyy, Sexyy) Hе like how I be flexin'
(Sexyy, Sexyy) Call me Ranch 'cause I be dressin'
(Sexyy, Sexyy) If you like me, ice my neck
Was bottle wars in the club, the thickest bitches in my section
(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop) Watch me pop my shit
(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop) Sexyy in this bitch
(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop) Watch me pop my shit
(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop) Sexyy in this bitch

(It's my birthday) Yeah (It's my birthday), yeah
(It's my birthday) Ooh (It's my birthday), tie me up
(It's my birthday) Tie me up (It's my birthday), yeah, yeah, yeah, tie me up
(It's my birthday) Tie me up (It's my birthday)

(It's my birthday) Finna throw on a fresh fit (Yeah)
(It's my birthday) Tie me up, get me lit (Yeah)
(It's my birthday) Know I'm finna pop my shit (You knew that)
(It's my birthday) Me and my crew, we in this bitch (We in here)

(It's my birthday) Yeah (It's my birthday), yeah
(It's my birthday) Ooh (It's my birthday), tie me up
(It's my birthday) Tie me up (It's my birthday), yeah, yeah, yeah, tie me up
(It's my birthday) Tie me up (It's my birthday)

Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup?
Yeah, yeah, it's my birthday
It's my motherf*ckin' birthday, yeah
Do your dance, Sexyy, do your dance, Sexyy
Do your dance, Sexyy, do your dance, Sexyy
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In Sexyy We Trust is the third mixtape by American rapper Sexyy Red.

It was released through Rebel Records and gamma on May 24, 2024.

Production was mainly handled by Tay Keith. The mixtape contains 14 tracks, which feature several artists, including Mike Will Made It and Lil Baby, as well as Drake, who featured on "U My Everything".

After its debut, In Sexyy We Trust was described by Ratings Game Music as "everything you'd anticipate from a Sexyy Red album".
-Wikipedia
Performed By: Sexyy Red
Genre(s): Rap
Length: 33:09
Released: May 24th, 2024
Year: 2024

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