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Sexyy Red - Hood Hottest Princess Album Lyrics



Sexyy Red - Hood Hottest Princess Lyrics






Im The Shit

(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

Toes white, pussy tight (damn)
I'm all these niggas' type
Brown skin, tatted up
Bad bitch, don't give no f*ck (no)
Mrs. Take Your Man a.k.a. I''ll Steal Your Boo
Wonder why that nigga f*ck with me? Bitch, 'cause I'm the truth
He said, "Damn, Sexyy Red, you sure are a sight to see" (yeah)
Tell your baby daddy you ain't comin' home 'cause you with me
All my hoes be hella sexy and you know I stay on fleek
He was thirsty for the-, so I gave him somethin' to eat (okay)
Droptop in your city, sign a bitch titties (what else?)
Dirty hoes mad, ass fat and I'm pretty (for real)
Real street bitch, I know these hoes ain't f*ckin' with me (yeah)
Go Sexyy, go Sexyy, go Sexyy, go Sexyy

Sexyy in this bitch, you hoes tighten up (yeah)
What you wanna do? 'Cause I don't give a f*ck (I don't)
Bitch, if it's some beef, let me know, shit, what's up?
All that talkin' on the 'net, that's gon' get your head bust

You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (been that bitch)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (you knew that shit)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (I been that bitch)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (you knew that shit)

All this ice on my wrist, you know I'm the shit (like blaow)
Look how my chain hit, you know I'm the shit (oh, wow)
Just got some new titties, you know I'm the shit (damn)
I be lookin' real pretty, you know I'm the shit (yeah)

Just got my nails done and I'm lookin' too good
If you run up on me, I'ma put you in this 'Wood (I'm the shit)
You don't want smoke, you don't wanna get into it (I'm the shit)
I'ma keep doin' me like a bad bitch should (I'm the shit)
I ain't hard to find, I'm probably ridin' in somethin' red (duh)
My nigga caught a body, then he went and cut his dreads (yeah)
Bitch, you ain't tough, I'll slap you in the head (ho)
How you sleepin' on me? You ain't even got a bed (you're broke)

Sexyy in this bitch, you hoes tighten up
What you wanna do? 'Cause I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, if it's some beef, let me know, shit, what's up?
All that talkin' on the 'net, that's gon' get your head bust

You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (been that bitch)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (you knew that shit)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (I been that bitch)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (you knew that shit)

All this ice on my wrist, you know I'm the shit (like blaow)
Look how my chain hit, you know I'm the shit (oh, wow)
Just got some new titties, you know I'm the shit (damn)
I be lookin' real pretty, you know I'm the shit (yeah)

(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Janae Wherry, Paul Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




SkeeYee

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Skee-yee (DJ Meech, lil' bitch)
Skee-yee (you gotta motherf*ckin' feel this shit, boy)
Skee-yee
Skee-yee

If you see me and you tryna see what's up (skee-yee)
He wanna f*ck with me, then I'ma have him stuck (skee-yee)
Bitch lookin' bad, and got a stupid butt (skee-yee)
Jewelry on yo' wrist, f*ck it, hold it up (skee-yee)
When I holla, "Skee-yee," that mean pull up (skee-yee)
Cars seventy-five, and they fast as f*ck (skee-yee)
I'm lookin' good when I'm hoppin' out that truck (skee-yee)
Where the hood niggas at that get them bucks? (Skee-yee)

Benz clean, but we ridin' dirty (yoom)
Slidin' with your boo, yeah, that's my dirty (you know it)
My sister in the backseat with a .30
Niggas tryna shoot they shot, Stephen Curry (swish)
Take a bitch nigga, show my mercy (no)
Do the pussy-bitch dirty
She like, "Sexyy, why you hurt me?" (I don't know)
Took him down off them Yerkys (uh, uh, uh, uh)
When you get me, put that dick all up in my backside (uh, uh, uh)
I'm a hood bitch sittin' courtside (I'm hood)
I'll show a pussy how this MAC ride
Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside (skee-yee)

If you see me and you tryna see what's up (skee-yee)
He wanna f*ck with me, then I'ma have him stuck (skee-yee)
Bitch lookin' bad, and got a stupid butt (skee-yee)
Jewelry on yo' wrist, f*ck it, hold it up (skee-yee)
When I holla, "Skee-yee," that mean pull up (skee-yee)
Cars tinted, fire, and they fast as f*ck (skee-yee)
I'm lookin' good when I'm hoppin' out that truck (skee-yee)
Where the hood niggas at that get them bucks? (Skee-yee)

Bi-Bi-Bi-Bitch it's Big Sexxy, I'm the chosen one (bet)
I'll drop a bag on your head, I got a lot of funds
And I got them shooters in the cut, they got a lot of guns (grrah, boom)
Put my lil' nigga on yo' ass, he gon' blam somethin' (bitch)
You know I swerve that Benz like a Nascar
I like Hellcats, skrrt off the lot, then make the engine fart (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Don't put yo' trust in me, pussy-nigga, I'ma break yo' heart
Young turnt bitch, when I pull up, that's when the party start (skee-yee)
In the booty club, standin' on the couch throwin' B's
Better respect me, bitch, my peoples in the cut with them things
Wafi got me icy, now, my chain hit like, "Blaow-bling"
In New York with my partners, we be jammin', nah'mean?

If you see me and you tryna see what's up (skee-yee)
He wanna f*ck with me, then I'ma have him stuck (skee-yee)
Bitch lookin' bad, and got a stupid butt (skee-yee)
Jewelry on yo' wrist, f*ck it, hold it up (skee-yee)
When I holla, "Skee-yee," that mean pull up (skee-yee)
Cars tinted, fire, and they fast as f*ck (skee-yee)
I'm lookin' good when I'm hoppin' out that truck (skee-yee)
Where the hood niggas at that get them bucks? (Skee-yee)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Brytavious Chambers, Demetrius Moore Jr., Janae Wherry, Marquell Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Hellcat Srts

(Young Rari)
(Yoom, yoom)
It's Sexyy
Yeah
Bad bitches, we like fast cars
We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars (skrrt, skrrt)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (skrrt)
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars (yoom)

Put the Benz in sport mode, nigga, I ain't no regular ho
I don't do insurance for my whips, this ain't Geico
Key my car you want to, stupid bitch, yeah, I bite hoes
Diamonds bussin' through the tints and my car a lightshow
Drop the top on the 'Rari, hope the wind don't snatch my wig
Bankroll Sexyy Redd, bitch, you know I do it big
I be smokin' Zaza out the pack, you hoes be smokin' cigs
Been that bitch since I was in first grade, I put that on my kid

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (yoom)
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

You drunk? You swervin', I'm Sexyy, so he nervous
Bussin' hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin'
Real bad bitch, ain't nothin' average, that's for certain
He used to can't handle Big Sexyy but he learnin'
Bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin'
Pull up in somethin' fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets
Drive the Hellcat with no license, I'm a savage
He used to f*ck with lames now he f*ckin' with the baddest (Sexyy)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart (yeah)
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come and nut in me (yoom, we out)
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Writer: Ernest Jr. Day, Izaiah McIntosh, Janae Nierah Wherry
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Pound Town 2

St. Louis (Heavy On It)
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

I'm out of town, thuggin' with my rounds
My coochie pink, my booty-hole brown
Where the niggas? I'm lookin' for the hoes
Quit playin', nigga, come suck a bitch toe

Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out

(Uh, uh) I'm out here in Miami
Lookin' for the hoochie daddies (where they at?)
Where the niggas that get ratchet? (Where they at?)
My son need a new pappy
Too many bitches, where the niggas at?
I'm tryna get my coochie scratched (yeah)
I'm tryna get my coochie stretched (yeah)
You know them dread heads do it the best (oh, yeah)
I like a nigga with a check
All my niggas give me neck
You know I'm sexy, I'm the best (Sexyy)
I'm the shit, lil' bitch, I'm that (you know it)
I-I-I can't say his name 'cause he be cheatin' (I love you, baby)
Yeah, and I'm the reason
Ahahaha, niggas love a bad bitch (yeah, yeah)
What Suki say? Nut on my tits (Sexyy)

Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down (haan)
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (haan)
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (haan)

Ayy, yo, Red, my name is Pink, I made him go get that ink
Let him eat this pretty pussy, now he keep trying to link
I-I'm pimpin', pinky ring, his exes is rinky-dink
I'm 'bout to pop a thingy then sip on this drinky-drink
Get a grip, 'fore my bitches dip, nigga, where my tip?
I'ma flip like a hundred bricks, get back all my licks
I'm a bitch, I want fish and grits, throwin' hissy fits
I ain't talkin' about chicken when I jerk it with my tits (oop)
I be twerkin' on that dick, plus, I'm slurpin' every drip
When I ride it, choke his neck
Or missionary (ooh, brrt), doin' splits (ah)

Hello
Girl, guess who baby daddy poppin' they bussy in my motherf*ckin' DMs
Anyway, I'm out in Miami, ho
He like feet, suck on this camel toe
Eat the pound cake down
I'm waxed up, booty-hole waxed down

Pound town, just left pound town (wop, wop)
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down (wop, wop)
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down (haan)
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (haan)
Pound town, just left pound town (yeah)
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (haan)

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Brytavious LaKeith Chambers, Janae N. Wherry, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Looking For The Hoes (Aint My Fault)

(Ear Drummers)
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
Shake that ass, ho, shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho

I'm lookin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, shake that ass ho (it ain't my fault) (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault) (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Yeah, shake that ass, ho (baow, baow)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault) (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho

Twirl on the dick (shake that ass, ho, yeah-yeah)
It ain't my fault that I f*ck better than yo' bitch (it ain't my fault)
I'm so f*ckin' sexy, you can't even fake it (you can't)
Got that nigga nuttin' and I think his ass was Haitian (it ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, bitch, make them hoes mad
Show me how you f*ck her baby dad (baow, baow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, shake that ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hate a lame bitch with class

I'm lookin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, shake that ass ho (it ain't my fault) (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault) (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Yeah, shake that ass, ho (baow, baow)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault) (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho

You like my voice? It turn you on? (Sexyy)
This ain't nothin', wait 'til you see it in a thong (Sexyy)
He ate my coochie and I cracked him to my song (Sexyy)
Bitches tryna hide they ratchet pussy, ho, we all grown (dick me down)
I like a hood nigga that don't give a f*ck
I threw it back on yo' nigga, he beat my coochie up (wow)
I'm his favorite bitch, you a lame ho (baow, baow)
I bounce that ass, make my knees touch them elbows

I'm lookin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, shake that ass ho (it ain't my fault) (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho (where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (it ain't my fault)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adnan Khan, Armel Potter, Craig Bazile, Janae Wherry, Jean Marcel Day Jr., Joseph Smokey Johnson, Vyshon King Miller, Wardell Joseph Quezergue, Wolf-Alfonso Hasselman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Sexyy Walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk

Coke-bottle shape and I got some soft skin
Chanel No. 9, exotic weed, that's my scent (ooh)
What the f*ck you lookin' at? Bitch, I'll take yo' man (you know it)
I don't even want him, I just do it 'cause I can
Girl, you know you sexy, gon', do yo' shit (Sexyy)
F*ck what these hoes talkin' 'bout, you know you that bitch (Sexyy)

I don't give a f*ck if you skinny or you thick
Hit that Sexyy Walk, I love a bitch with confidence

My hair done, I'm walkin' stank, thirty-inch with a Chinese bang
Clear lip gloss and a icy chain, lashes on, mink thangs
No heels, I'm rockin' J's, nails done, let's slay
You down for me then tat' my name, I had money way before the fame
Great leggings on and some gold bamboos
I ain't worried 'bout these hoes, I know that I'm the truth
Catch me out in traffic probably slidin' wit' yo' boo
All that shit you wearin' old, my shit be brand new (you know it)

I don't give a f*ck if you skinny or you thick
Hit that Sexyy Walk, I love a bitch with confidence (Sexyy)
Sexyy Walk, Sexyy Walk
Sexyy Walk, Sexyy Walk
Girl, you know you sexy, gon', do yo' shit
F*ck what these hoes talkin' 'bout, you know you that bitch
Sexyy Walk, Sexyy Walk
Sexyy Walk, Sexyy Walk
Girl, you know you sexy, gon', do yo' shit
F*ck what these hoes talkin' 'bout, you know you that bitch

I-I-I got a stank walk but you know this coochie clean (you know it)
Ass lookin' fat in my True Religion jeans
Been jumped off the porch, I was thuggin' at fifteen (I'm up)
Who said I ain't sexy, bitch? What the f*ck you mean?
I'm a H double-O-C-H-I-E
If you want a real hood bitch, you need to f*ck with me
On some hoochie mama shit, bouncin' ass in the skreets
Now stick yo' hands out and walk with the pigeon feet (Sexyy)

Walk, walk
Walk, walk
I don't give a f*ck if you skinny or you thick
Hit that Sexyy Walk, I love a bitch with confidence
Walk, walk
Walk, walk
I don't give a f*ck if you skinny or you thick
Hit that Sexyy Walk, I love a bitch with confidence
Sexyy Walk, Sexyy Walk
Sexyy Walk, Sexyy Walk
Girl, you know you sexy, gon', do yo' shit
F*ck what these hoes talkin' 'bout, you know you that bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Janae Wherry, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Strictly For My Strippers

Where them ballers at?
Where them ballers at?
Where them ballers at? (ATL Jacob)
Where them ballers at? (ATL Jacob)
Oh

Big booty hoe (what?)
Touch them toes (come on)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (That's right)
Fine ass bitch
Do them booty tricks
Drop and hit a split, you know you a ratchet bitch

This coochie wet like tsunami
Got him screamin' and shoutin'
I'm so pretty and chocolate, he lick my ass like a lolli'
Say I look pretty like dollies
I'm his gangster lil' barbie
My baby stressed the f*ck out, I got him poppin' them mollies (come on)
Thick bitch tatted on her butt (on her butt)
Just had a baby so she got a lil' gut (a lil' gut)
Real gangster, keep a weapon in the cut (it's in the cut)
Yeah, I look good, but don't get f*cked up (oh)

Strictly for the strippers (bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (you want some cash, then?)
Strictly for the strippers
Strictly for the strippers (bounce it, bounce it, bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (bounce that, bounce that ass, bitch)

Big booty hoe (that's right)
Touch them toes (bounce)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (Bounce that ass)
Fine ass bitch (bounce that ass, bitch)
Do them booty tricks (come on)
Drop and hit a split, you know you a ratchet bitch (that's right)
Big booty hoe
Touch them toes
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (Right)
Fine ass bitch (what?)
Do them booty tricks (what?)
Drop and hit a split (yeah), you know you a ratchet bitch (let' go, oh)

Walk in this bitch with it on me, how many ones can I get?
Only in town for a minute, tryna see who I can hit
She told me she like money, I like it too, I admit
But if I'm passin' it out, you gon' be suckin' some dick (suckin' some dick)
Hoe from the hood (hood), get right to it (to it)
Might break her off (off), her throat kinda good (good)
I can't share no more, think I'm down to my last shrooms
Told that ratchet bitch, "I wanna f*ck in the bathroom"

Strictly for the strippers (bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (you want some cash, then?)
Strictly for the strippers
Strictly for the strippers (bounce it, bounce it, bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (bounce that, bounce that ass, bitch)

Big booty hoe (what?)
Touch them toes (bounce)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (Bounce that ass)
Fine ass bitch
Do them booty tricks
Drop and hit a split, you know you a ratchet bitch (come on)
Big booty hole
Touch them toes (bounce)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (Bounce that ass)
Fine ass bitch (bounce that ass, bitch)
Do them booty tricks
Drop and hit a split, you know you a ratchet bitch

Tatted on her thigh, sexy brown eyes
I don't like bitches but I'm thinkin' 'bout tryin' (what?)
Big booty bitch gon' bust her coochie wide (come on)
Close that f*ckin' door, bitch, we finna go live
When I walk, it's gon' wiggle, ass fat, look like two pillows
I'm the shit, you bitches ain't f*ckin' with me, not even a little (come on)
I love a big dick baller, make it rain, make it drizzle
Give me some money and I bet I make this motherf*cker jiggle

Strictly for the strippers (bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (you want some cash, then?)
Strictly for the strippers
Strictly for the strippers (bounce it, bounce it, bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (bounce that, bounce that ass, bitch)

Big booty hoe (what?)
Touch them toes (bounce)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (Bounce that ass)
Fine ass bitch
Do them booty tricks
Drop and hit a split, you know you a ratchet bitch (come on)
Big booty hoe
Touch them toes (bounce)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want a bankroll? (Bounce that ass)
Fine ass bitch (bounce that ass, bitch)
Do them booty tricks
Drop and hit a split, you know you a ratchet bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jacob Canady, Janae Wherry, Jordan Houston, Omar-Ryan Guetfa
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Nachos

Not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (Sexyy) (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (Sexyy) (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', I'm not yo' (Sexyy) (yeah, ho)
(I'm not yo' bitch) (yeah, ho)
(Noah in his bag, bitch)

Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (Sexyy) (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (Sexyy) (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', I'm not yo' (Sexyy) (yeah, ho)
(I'm not yo' bitch, nigga) (yeah, ho)

Nigga I'm not yo' bitch, so please quit tryna cuff (eww)
I just need some dick, I ain't lookin' for no love (for real)
Use a nigga for the f*ck, I love me a quick nut
He say he finna cum, I told him shoot it on my butt, uh
But still, these niggas be actin' cheesy
I be runnin' game, baby, this pimpin' shit too easy
T-Told you I wasn't shit, now yo' ugly ass believe me?
This nigga steady callin', I'm just lettin' that bitch ring (hello?)
(Wassup wit' some ding-a-ling?)
I'm a drug dealer, these niggas tweakin' out like they some fiends
Do you really f*ck wit' me or you like how these diamonds bling?
It's a lot of y'all, but baby, you the captain of the team, Sexyy

Not yo', not yo' not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', I'm not yo' (yeah, ho)
(Not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga) (yeah, ho)

Nigga, didn't I tell yo' ass quit callin' this motherf*ckin' phone after nine o'clock?
I'm sittin' her with my motherf*ckin' son and my baby daddy
You burnin' me up
What the f-, what the f*ck type of time do you be on?

Th-Th-This pussy hittin' somethin' like Will Smith (baow)
Ki-Ki-Kick that nigga out the room but paid for his Lyft
I'm a dog, I'm a pit', I like it raw off the rip
All my niggas say my coochie fire and that bitch got some grip
We just can't be seen in public 'cause my baby daddy a trip
Pussy nigga tried to fight me, punch his bitch ass in the lip
You in love with how I talk or you like how this coochie drip?
Baby, we gon' have some fun, but I'm still not yo' bitch

Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', I'm not yo' (yeah, ho)
(I'm not yo' bitch, nigga) (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga (yeah, ho)
Not yo', not yo', not yo', I'm not yo' (yeah, ho)
(Not yo', not yo', not yo' bitch, nigga) (yeah, ho)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ilya Blinov, Janae Wherry, Noah Steed
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Mad At Me

Pull up on me, drop that dick off (Sexyy)
(Jupyter) yeah, pull up on me drop that dick off
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up) uh, uh

Lick-lick between my ass, suck on my clit
Beat-beat that coochie up like you mad at me, shit (uh, uh)
And I can take that dick
Gon', stretch the coochie out like you mad at a bitch
F*ck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy (baow, baow, baow)
F*ck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy

Dick deep, I can feel it in my liver
Ass up and my face in the pillow
Boosie fade, he a real coochie killer
My nigga dick big but this nigga dick bigger
I'll never snitch on my nigga
You fake ass hoes tryna get with my nigga
You see 'em with a bad bitch, it don't get no bigger
I don't f*ck with lame niggas, only big dick drillers

Lick-lick between my ass, suck on my clit
Beat-beat that coochie up like you mad at me, shit (uh, uh)
And I can take that dick
Gon', stretch the coochie out like you mad at a bitch
F*ck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy
F*ck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy

Bitch, I'm Big Sexyy, I be sluttin' niggas out
Wake up in the mornin', put my coochie in his mouth
Br-Bricks under the couch, Big Sexyy trap house
You ain't talkin' 'bout eatin' ass? You can bounce
I'm look-, I'm lookin' for the freaks, lookin' for the freaks (ugh)
Lookin' for the freaks, lookin' for the freaks (ugh)
Where them niggas that slang that meat, niggas that slang that meat? (Raw)
Where them niggas that slang that meat, niggas that slang that meat? (Raw dog)
I like a nigga that carry heat, nigga that carry heat (ugh)
I don't f*ck with lame niggas 'cause that shit be weak
M-M-M-My nigga gotta keep a Glock
I-I-I-I'ma make this coochie pop

Lick-lick between my ass, suck on my clit
Beat-beat that coochie up like you mad at me, shit (uh, uh)
And I can take that dick
Go on, stretch the coochie out like you mad at a bitch
F*ck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy
F*ck me like you mad at me, baby (uh, uh)
I need a freak to drive me crazy

Baow, baow, baow, baow
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Writer: Antoine Edwards, Ayatullah Muhammad, Brytavious Chambers, Christopher Lee, Donny Flores, Elon Brown, Janae Wherry, Juan Madrid
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Born By The River

Bitch, it's time to get this motherf*ckin' money
The tricks is out, and coochie ain't free 'round this motherf*cker
I don't know what y'all hoes gon' do
But me and my bitches finna get this good ol' coin

I was born by the river, I was gettin' them stacks
Bend it over, pop that pussy, I be makin' it clap
I was born by the river, I was sellin' that ass
And I like to suck my thumb when I'm throwin' it back
Left, right, throw that ass bitch
We lookin' for some niggas who be suckin' pussy lips
I'm wit' my girl Suki, and we lookin' for some dick
If you tryna find a wife, then I ain't yo' bitch

I got a nigga named Nick who like to nut on my tits
Gave me money for abortion, I ain't havin' his kids
Bitch, I ain't pregnant, finna buy me a wig
Spend it on Jimmy Choos, Snow Crabs and shrimp
I got a nigga named Rell and he fresh out of jail
He be on that Boosie shit, touchdown cause hell
Nigga got locked up again, but I ain't payin' his bail
You can tell yo' baby mama 'nem to send you some mail
I gotta nigga name Dee, he be movin' them keys
Always buy me Plan B's, and some Hennessy
He be beatin' my guts, he like to spit in my butt
But his daddy got a coin, so I'ma let him f*ck

I was born by the river, I was gettin' them stacks
Bend it over, pop that pussy, I be makin' it clap
I was born by the river, I was sellin' that ass
And I like to suck my thumb when I'm throwin' it back
Left, right, throw that ass bitch
We lookin' for some niggas who be suckin' pussy lips
I'm wit' my girl Suki, and we lookin' for some dick
If you tryna find a wife, then I ain't yo' bitch

Ghetto hoochie mama, make a nigga go crazy
F*ck that nigga good, 'cause I heard his bitch was lazy
Na-na, boo-boo, that's why I kept yo' baby
Gave me the abortion money, I went and bought some wet and wavy
Bitch, it's time to get this money, the tricks is out
My bitches sellin' coochie, and they sellin' mouth
Claimin' you don't pay for pussy, nigga cut it out
You can't even f*ck unless you eat me out

All the real bitches gon' feel me (Sexyy)
He wanna see some ass and some titties (Sexyy)
All the real bitches gon' feel me
He wanna see some ass and some titties

Left, right, throw that ass bitch
We lookin' for some niggas who be suckin' pussy lips
I'm wit' my girl Suki, and we lookin' for some dick
If you tryna find a wife, then I ain't yo' bitch
Left, right, throw that ass bitch
We lookin' for some niggas who be suckin' pussy lips
I'm wit' my girl Suki, and we lookin' for some dick
If you tryna find a wife, then I ain't yo' bitch

Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Destiny Lanette Henderson, Janae Wherry, Josue Ortiz, Licurtis Philson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Female Gucci Mane

I'm high
Burr (burr)
Yeah
Baow, baow (yeah), baow

Female Gucci Mane, big ass diamond chain (burr)
Real hood bitch, the north what I claim (you know it)
Yo' jewelry hella dingy, for sure my diamonds bling (blingy)
Niggas be all on my bumper, damn, hold up, gang
These niggas like the way I talk, said they like my slang
All in my DM and he tryna give me brain
I ain't gotta tell you, you already know my name (it's Sexyy)
Bitches tryna be my friend, but I don't wanna hang

I'm hella conceited, bitch, I'm sexy as shit
I see you steady lookin', baby, gon' take a pic (wassup)
My belly on flat and I got some nice tits (ooh)
Walkin' past the mirror, I'm like, "Damn, I'm gettin' thick"
5'5", slim-thick with some juicy lips (mwah)
I like hood niggas, f*ck with Bloods and the Crips
Fresh pedicure, went and got some white tips (yeah)
Long exotic weave that come down to my hip
F-F-Free my baby daddy, y'all be hatin' on him (yeah)
Real ass bitch, all my niggas say I'm trim (uh, uh)
When I shoot my shot, I'ma score above the rim (yeah)
True Religion jeans, B.B Simon and some Timb's (yeah, yeah)

Female Gucci Mane, big ass diamond chain
Real hood bitch, the north what I claim
Yo' jewelry hella dingy, for sure my diamonds bling (it's Sexyy)
Niggas be all on my bumper, damn, hold up, gang (you know it)
These niggas like the way I talk, said they like my slang
All in my DM and he tryna give me brain
I ain't gotta tell you, you already know my name
Bitches tryna be my friend, but I don't wanna hang (no)

F-Female Gucci Mane, five percent my cars
Ain't no regular shit, nigga, you chillin' with a star
Titties sittin' pretty, bitch, I ain't gotta wear no bra
No makeup on, big Sexyy super raw (I'm Sexyy)
All my niggas love me, say, "Sexyy super hard"
Ain't tryna fit in with these hoes, I'm pullin' hoes cards
I'm hearin' hoes music and they stealin' Sexyy bars (what?)
I'm drippin' on these hoes, yeah, bitch, I got the sauce
Sexyy in this bitch, Sexyy in this bitch
I'm feelin' fine 'cause I'm the shit, I'm famous and rich
Too legit to quit, too legit to quit
Niggas wanna f*ck on me, but I won't let 'em hit
(Yeah, yeah)

Burr, burr, burr
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ernest Day Jr., Janae Wherry, Marquise Romell Todd
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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Hood Hottest Princess is the second mixtape by American rapper Sexyy Red. The mixtape was supported by the singles "Born By the River", "Female Gucci Mane", "Pound Town 2", "SkeeYee" and "Hellcats SRTs", and has received positive reception from critics.

The mixtape contains guest appearances from Nicki Minaj, Juicy J, ATL Jacob, and Sukihana.
Performed By: Sexyy Red
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Don Alfonso, ATL Jacob, BanBwoi, MacFly Beatz, Captain Curt, DJ Meech, DJ Paul, Shawn Ferrari, Omar Guetfa, Juicy J, Jupyter, Tay Keith, Melz, menace, NoahInHisBag, Okazaki, TheRechordz, ToddGleeFul, Truebeatzz, YakBeats
Released: June 9th, 2023
Year: 2023

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