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Sexyy Red - In Sexyy We Trust - Fake Jammin
In Sexyy We Trust
01. Tim Talking
02. She’s Back
03. Boss Me Up
04. U My Everything
05. Ova Bad
06. Get It Sexyy
07. Fake Jammin
08. Outside
09. Sexyy Love Money
10. Sport
11. TTG (Go)
12. Lick Me
13. Awesome Jawsome
14. It’s My Birthday
Keke 808, boy
Close that door for me
Keke 80, Keke 80
nigga say they jammin' lines, they ain't jammin' shit
These bitches ain't beefin' 'bout no money, they mad 'bout some dick (Broke)
Fast cars, no fishbowl, I need five-percent
You know it
Country bitch, he like my swag and my accent
This coochie wet, baby, you ain't gotta use no spit
I'm real conceited, since first grade, I been that bitch
You got a girl, boo, it's cool, I ain't gon' tell her shit
We go together now, mwah, give me a kiss
Bitch, you know I'm hella sexy
All these nigga wanna neck me
These bitches know I be flexin'
Look at the diamonds in my necklace
No panties on with a sundress
Never trust a bitch if she tatted on the chest
Glock in my purse and I'm posted on the set
You ain't really jammin', nigga, where your geeks at?
nigga say they jammin' lines, they ain't jammin' shit
These bitches ain't beefin' 'bout no money, they mad 'bout some dick (Broke)
Fast cars, no fishbowl, I need five-percent
You know it
Country bitch, he like my swag and my accent
This coochie wet, baby, you ain't gotta use no spit
I'm real conceited, since first grade, I been that bitch
You got a girl, boo, it's cool, I ain't gon' tell her shit
We go together now, mwah, give me a kiss
Bitches know I don't be playin'
My a.k.a. Ms. Take-Your-Man
My a.k.a. Ms. Take-Your-nigga
I got 'em goin' off the jiggas
I'm in somethin' fast slidin' through your city, yeah, yeah
These hoes don't like me 'cause they know they ain't fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah
These nigga lyin' like they really jammin' Fendi, yeah, yeah
I need a nigga with a ten-car line like Wendy's, yeah, yeah
nigga say they jammin' lines, they ain't jammin' shit
These bitches ain't beefin' 'bout no money, they mad 'bout some dick (Broke)
Fast cars, no fishbowl, I need five-percent
You know it
Country bitch, he like my swag and my accent
This coochie wet, baby, you ain't gotta use no spit
I'm real conceited, since first grade, I been that bitch
You got a girl, boo, it's cool, I ain't gon' tell her shit
We go together now, mwah, give me a kiss