Paint tha City Red Lyrics

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on by

Yeah, I said what I said

The devil is her, Miss Lucifer, baby

Hair and nails done, but she do not play

That pussy has power, hit licks and play plays

Bougie-ghetto ride the dick and plottin' all day

Louie bag, Glock holdin, pretty bad bitch slay

Make a grown man cry, make thirsty niggas chase

She'll suck a nigga dry, catch you lackin' in a daze

Fly lil' mami gettin' flewed out by me

When the pussy too good

You forget that she was crazy

Remind me, she pretty girl walkin' turn the streets red carpets

Got the city red, Boston

All of these simps and you play me for a simpleton?

I know a couple places you could hit since you was into it

Empty out accounts, split it 50/50, hittin' licks

And she wearin' Prada, so you know that girl devilish

Hood-hood girl, boilin' Fabuloso

Schemin' ass scammer, break banks on broke hoes

Never seen baddies that do the crime though

Drop dead gorgeous, she'll leave your mind blown

Angel in the face, but a demon, do both

Hood nigga, she gon' go for one of those

Pretty bitch, tippin' on her white toes

Made bitch, she gon' clean your household, she the devil

Sexy ass stallion, steppin' up in some stilettos

Settin' simpin' niggas up, send a nigga on your schedule

She's so devious, you should never trust her

Got the bag flip mode, fuckin with no bustas

Confession, got it bad, we ain't talkin' Usher

On the side his crib, tender nigga tryna fuck her

This ain't for discussion, now he lookin' all disgusted

Yeah, I know my bitch is disgustin', I just love her cause she thuggin'

Lookin' like a model from Fashion Nova

Hood bitch, she'll finesse Casonova

Whole lick while she lick me all over

Mi casa, su casa, Casamigos spillin' over

Pretty ass thing steppin' on the block

New Bonnie and Clyde, yeah, you know she ride or die

Let that nigga pick you up, you just go and send the drop

I'ma meet you at the spot after I hit your G-spot

540 fragrance, must be heaven scent

But ain't heaven sent, niggas thinkin' with their dick

Losing every common cent, I just made a lot of sense

Plus a whole lot of cents, my bitch really from the trench

I'm the shoota, she assist, spot them dicks

Hold me down or hold this blick

Goin down, un-rich the rich

Un-alive, everything that's breathin' in this bitch

She said, "chill", as she put his Richard Mille around my wrist

Lawd

(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)