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Artiste : Sexyy Red
Titre : Sport
Okay
Northside
Yeah, it´s Sexyy
Bitch
You know what the fuck goin´ on, ho

Bitch, I been a boss and can´t nobody tell me otherwise
Let him kill the coochie, take a Plan B, double homicide
Dick stand at attention when he see me, it´s gon´ fall in line
Bitch, I throw it back and bust it open like a forty-five
Treat him like a couch, I sit this ass right on his sexy face
You know that this coochie smell like water, it ain´t got no taste
Make these niggas nut just off my words, you hoes can´t relate
My body firm, my money long, my coochie good, that´s how I beat the case (Sexyy)

Caramel-skin bitch from the North (Yeah)
Legs lookin´ good when I rock my booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
Can´t trust what bitches say if you ain´t hear it from the source (Ayy)
You know I be killin´ these hoes, that´s my sport (You know it)
Hoes lame, they some dorks
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork (Grraow, baow)
I ain´t have a weapon, so I stabbed her with a fork
You know I be killin´ these hoes, that´s my sport

Let him ride behind me (Skrrt), lost him, he can´t find me (Yoom)
Flip him like a quarter, you can´t tell me ´bout no dime piece

I know I´m the shit, baby, you ain´t gotta remind me
I´ll hop on your song and make your label wanna sign me
Me and all my sisters stick together like we Siamese (Twin)
Baby keep them chopsticks by his side, I think he Chinese (Ching-choing)
Poppin´ big shit with no award or no nominees
Bitch, your coochie dry, I´m tryna flood him with tsunamis

Caramel-skin bitch from the North (Yeah)
Legs lookin´ good when I rock my booty shorts (Northside, Northside)
Can´t trust what bitches say if you ain´t hear it from the source
You know I be killin´ these hoes, that´s my sport (On Blood)

Hoes lame, they some dorks (Lame ass)
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork (Grraow, baow)
I ain´t have a weapon, so I stabbed her with a fork (Grraow, baow)
You know I be killin´ these hoes, that´s my sport