• Title:SkeeYee (Explicit)
  • Artist:Sexyy Red
  • Album:Hood Hottest Princess (Explicit)
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    SkeeYee (Explicit) - Sexyy Red
    Composed by:Demetrius Moore, Jr./Marquell Jones/Janae Wherry/BryTavious Chambers
    Produced by:DJ Meech/Bandbwoi/Tay Keith
    Tay Keith **** these niggas up
    Skee-yee
    DJ Meech lil' *****

    If you see me and you tryna see what's up
    He wanna **** with me then I'ma have him stuck
    ***** lookin' bad and got a stupid butt
    Jewelry on yo' wrist **** it hold it up
    When I holler "Skee-yee" that mean pull up
    Cars seventy-five and they fast as ****
    I'm lookin' good when I'm hoppin' out that truck
    Where the hood niggas at that get them bucks
    Benz clean but we ridin' dirty
    Yum
    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 ***** nigga show no mercy
    Nope
    Do the p***y ***** dirty
    She like "Sexyy why you hurt me"
    I don't know
    Took him down off them Yerkys
    Uh uh uh uh
    When you with me
    Put that d**k all up in my backside
    Uh uh uh
    I'm a hood ***** sittin' courtside
    I'll show a p***y how this MAC ride
    Lil' ***** I'm from the Northside
    Cost seventy-five and they fast as ****
    B-b-***** it's Big Sexyy 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' a*s he gon' blam somethin'
    *****
    You know I swerve that Benz like a Nascar
    I like Hellcats skrrt off the lot
    Then make the engine fart
    Don't put yo' trust in me
    P***y nigga I'ma break yo' heart
    Young turnt ***** when I pull up
    That's when the party start
    In the booty club standin' on the couch throwin' B's
    Better respect me *****
    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