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Red Cafe

Peace Sign

 

Peace Sign

(album: Dope God - 2016)


[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be counting this money
You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I only compare you to your reflection
Let's say this thin we got only be on texting
Any time of day, strip off your lingerie
I'm a real nigga its a real nigga holiday
I know its juicy as fuck I done heard 'bout you
Turn niggas to stalkers, I done heard 'bout you
Have you bussing like a chopper, la la la
Used to be mellow when I was off the lala
You taste like a peach, what you told me
And you should get the sweetie pie trophy
If it's sticky I need more than a quickie
Round 1, round 2, I'm stripping you out them Vickies

[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be counting this money
You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Fornication in the fountain blue
4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you
I could spend it all, then spend a night with you
But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away
She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands
Bail hard but they all call up 'bout her first name
I'ma change the bitch last name
Don't wanna hear stories about your last lame
We sipping syrup in the fast lane
Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date
I seen a brick in the 9th grade
Swerve up on a bitch and I might say

[Hook: Jeremih & Red Cafe]
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Lay you on your back
Got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back
Got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty
I know you love to get nasty
I be counting this money
You can get freaky while you rolling my Cali

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