Lyrics
You know what?
I'm looking for the hoes like Sexyy Red
I'm done tryna' find me a wife
So, if you're gonna stress me, next!
She weren't playing her role
So did I get with her bestie? Yes!
I see her posting quotes, indirecting
I bet she's vexed!
I'll fill up a thot with wood
Same way I'll fill up an opp with lead
A pagan asked 'bout squashing the beef
If it ain't your girl, I can't put it to bed
She knows her boyfriend can't compete
I make bread in my sleep
Bro give it a rest
She told him she's got OCD
But when she's with me she's making a mess
Well, I guess you could say I'm a doctor
She comes 'round when she's sick of her man
But I ain't checking her temperature
I stick dick in her mouth like a thermostat
I woulda' taken her Nando's first
But she was craving dessert from man
He doesn't know I was digging her out
Them times he would wait on her to text back
I made her moan like yeah yeah
She's got cake but no candles
Tell her come blow my yeah yeah
We ain't the same, you're in her DM
And I'm in her throat like yeah yeah
She knows I'm paid so
She won't stop hitting my phone like yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Look
I'm looking for the hoes like Sexyy Red
I'm done tryna' find me a wife
So, if you're gonna stress me, next!
She weren't playing her role
So did I get with her bestie? Yes!
I see her posting quotes, indirecting
I bet she's vexed!
I'm looking for the hoes like Sexyy Red
I'm done tryna' find me a wife
So, if you're gonna stress me, next!
She weren't playing her role
So did I get with her bestie? Yes!
I see her posting quotes, indirecting
I bet she's vexed!