Sexyy & Conceited (feat. Sexyy Red) - Pardison Fontaine

(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga, Doe, blah) Toes white, pussy tight (damn) I'm all these niggas' type Brown skin, tatted up Bad bitch, don't give no fuck (no) Mrs. Take-Your-Man AKA I-Steal-Your-Boo Wonder why that nigga fuck 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're 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) D-drop top 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 fuckin' with me (yeah) Go Sexyy, go Sexyy, go Sexyy, go Sexyy (yeah) Sexyy in this bitch, you hoes tighten up (yeah) What you wanna do? 'Cause I don't give a fuck (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'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) B-bitch, you ain't tough, I'll slap you in the head (hoe) 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 fuck 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, blah)

(What?) (Young Rari) Younn, younn It's Sexyy (what?) Yeah Bad bitches, we like fast cars We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars (skr, skr) 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 week (skr, skr) Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (skr) Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my origin 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 Marks (younn) Put the Benz in sport mode, nigga, I ain't no regular hoe I-I don't do insurance for my whips, this ain't Geico K-k-keep my car, you want some, stupid bitch? Yeah, I right, hoe Diamonds bussin' through the tints and my car a lightshow Dro-drop the top on the 'Rari, hope the wind don't snatch my wig B-bankroll Sexyy Red, bitch, you know I do it big I-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 (younn) Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak (Real) real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the week Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed (uh, uh) Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my origin (my origin) Tell that nigga, "Cash out for a whip," if he want my heart (my heart) Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mark's You drunk? You swervin', I'm Sexyy, so he nervous Bussin' hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin' (younn) R-real bad bitch, ain't a average, that's for certain He used to can't handle Big Sexyy, but he learnin' B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, hoe, you lackin' Pull up in somethin' fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I'm a savage He used to fuck with lames, now he fuckin' 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 week Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my origin (my origin) Tell that nigga, "Cash out for a whip" (cash out for a whip) If he want my heart (yeah, yeah) Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mark's Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (younn) Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (younn) Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (younn) Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, could've been nuttin' in me (Younn, we out)

It's something about ya, girl That just makes my head wanna twirl Ooh, you got me wantin' to tell all them other girls There's nothin' else better on this world The moment I seen her - It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it That lil' shit got my head twirlin', what she tryna do to me? Real short shorts, I see the dimples in her booty meat And she not no borin' one, what she do excite me Is you her lil' whoopty-woo? Uh, bitch, I might be It's somethin' 'bout her swag, it's somethin' 'bout her ass It's somethin' 'bout when we fuck, the way she call me dad It's somethin' 'bout her, uh, it's somethin' 'bout her, yeah It's somethin' 'bout her super grippin', take a nigga breath I want the cookies in your cookie jar, come and give me kiss, mwah That oochie make a nigga sing, la-la-la-la I got that oochie in a headlock, run away, won't get far (yeah, yeah, huh?) And I'll go to war 'bout it, fah-fah-fah-fah (go, Sexyy, go, Sexyy, go, Sexyy, go, Sexyy) I-, I-, it's somethin' 'bout me that he love, save my number as "Sexyy Thug" Real Northside bitch, all my life been chunkin' blood Squeeze my bootycheeks every time he go to give me hugs (ooh) I don't play about my man, any bitch can catch a slug (grraow-baow) Let me meet his mama, yeah, my baby really fuck with me (ho) Never had a bitch better than me, and he in love with me (mwah) Real deal killer, but I got the nigga cuddling Ass super fat and my titties sittin' lovely (it's Sexyy) His lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' yeah-yeah (that's my bae) Dick fire and the nigga got some fire head (it go crazy) Niggas tryna holler at me, tell 'em go to bed And he ain't cheatin' on me, all you bitches dead (ho) Have a hood nigga singin', "Fah-la-la" Let him hit the coochie like, grrah, grrah, grrah Swe-, swervin' all in traffic, gettin' freaky in the car (yoom) If he try to leave me, then it's bah-bah-bah It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it It's somethin' 'bout my bitch I love, I can't put my finger on it

Sur le Guadalquivir, brillant serpent musclé Au milieu du désir de Séville embaumée. Le safran l'oranger, la poudre et la vanille, On aimerait voguer le feu aux écoutilles. On aimerait traîner comme un millier d'amour, Dans les rues envoûtées qui s'endorment toujours. Boire le Daulphino assassin et goûter Le cur noir des taureaux dans des bras étrangers. On aimerait songer près des oranges mûres, Sous la vierge sacrée éclaboussée d'or pur, Entouré de jasmin, d'ordures et d'encens, Insulter l'être humain chérir la transcendance. On voudrait tant danser enlevé jusqu'au nu Vole pesant et brasier muscle d'acier fondu Demi évanoui et piétinant féroce La poussière éblouit dans le sang de la noce Alors on rejoindrait six milliards d'étoiles Dans la vapeur de l'air entre les maisons pales Et puis Guadalquivir cavale de la nuit Son ombre est un plaisir enragé d'infini.