CFF Whoa - She Is the Devil Lyrics

UUUhhh yeah
Top of the mother f*cking problem
I asked the lord to forgive me I had to face my demons no hell cat straight demon
She wanna swallow my seaman, she wanna swallow me whole
She wanna swallow my soul
I'm doing shit that I wouldn't do I just can't tell her no
I swear that little bitch is the devil
I swear that little bitch is the devil
I swear that little bitch is the devil
Red bottoms on another level
Andrew Cane with some black feathers
I swear that little bitch is that damn devil
Yeah
Beat that pussy up like Mayweather
She don't lay on no cheap leather
She like to do it in rainy weather
On top of hoods no rain jacket
Black lipsticks black glasses
Chanel bag with the black magic
She'll run up you she'll let you have it
Black Porcha with the foreign accent
When it come to music we gonna bump a classic
She going call a buddy and we gonna make a classic
Neon eyes lights glow in the dark
Body paint pussy wet in them drawls

Chocolate queen
Now make her scream in my dreams
Now she be freaky and cream
I'm moving slow on the lean
She gonna let go the molly
Ima let go on the bean
She gonna let go on the wall
We might let go on the scene
We might let go on the star
Yeah
I asked the lord to forgive me I had to face my demons no hell cat straight demon
She wanna swallow my seaman, she wanna swallow me whole
She wanna swallow my soul
I'm doing shit that I wouldn't do I just can't tell her no
I swear that little bitch is the devil
I swear that little bitch is the devil
I swear that little bitch is the devil
Red bottoms on another level
Andrew Cane with some black feathers
I swear that little bitch is that damn devil
I swear the little bitch is the devil
I swear the little bitch is the devil
I swear the little bitch is the devil
That little bitch is a devil
Red bottoms on another level
Andrew Cane with some black feathers
I swear that little bitch is that damn devil