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"Red Bottoms"
[feat. Love]


Tell her that good shit, feel that bullshit
Something that we always were so proud
I am a mental, riddle so simple
I am who always work at night
Have her attest that, she was extra
Really, she's supposed to have my back
Prepare you to rebuke, to evacuate the booth
Now you know you're crazy like a bad

She can get them red bottoms, red bottoms
Red bottoms, red bottoms
She can get them red bottoms, red bottoms
Red bottoms, girl...

I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna fight at first today

She love me, uh uh she love me not
But it don't matter, it's plenty of us that want a spot
Fuck 'em, arguments we be going through is unnecessary
December 25th remind me of February
(Where she at?)
That's right, fighting pop off like it's 4th of july
You done forgot how couples should talk when they troubled
She only speak around cause the sex great
Gotta find that from the next beef
You funny with that money, you don't stress, kid
That's the reason why my ex had the X3
Then I told her bye-bye, hat's it
Remind me of the future, voila, magic

Tell her that good shit, feel that bullshit
Something that we always were so proud
I am a mental, riddle so simple
I am who always work at night
Have her attest that, she was extra
Really, she's supposed to have my back
Prepare you to rebuke, to evacuate the booth
Now you know you're crazy like a bad

She can get them red bottoms, red bottoms
Red bottoms, red bottoms
She can get them red bottoms, red bottoms
Red bottoms, girl...

I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna fight at first today

It was all good just a week ago
If anybody know that I'm a don, maybe she should know
Big money talkin', it could never keep a secret though
Money keep you happy baby, what the fuck you're beefin' for?
There's another shoes you don't wanna see the bottom of
These women, I don't know how to love 'em
No court or no jury, I don't know how to judge 'em
Still I'm like a judge but they gather cause I know how to fuck 'em
Get 'em high off lovin', they get the quick munchies
Turn a regular baller into a Chris Huffy
Gave her the boot without a problem instead
She cared about what's the size and if the bottoms are red

Tell her that good shit, feel that bullshit
Something that we always were so proud
I am a mental, riddle so simple
I am who always work at night
Have her attest that, she was extra
Really, she's supposed to have my back
Prepare you to rebuke, to evacuate the booth
Now you know you're crazy like a bad

She can get them red bottoms, red bottoms
Red bottoms, red bottoms
She can get them red bottoms, red bottoms
Red bottoms, girl...

I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna fight at first today

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