Red Lipstick (feat. Yelawolf)

I got my red cup, red bottoms

Red lipstick, killin’ it - red-dot ‘em

I’m on it.. I’m on it, on it...

I’m on it.. tell me who want it (want it)

I’m only gonna say it once, I’m a fuckin’ boss

Money so fat that they callin‘ me the pink Ross

Catch me out in LA, bodyguards everywhere

Spice Girls sneakers, higher than a elevator

Push to start an let’s go to my house

Get the bong and let’s hit that ounch

Beer pong.. just don’t black out!

Might puke on the Chinchilla couch

Don‘t be mad at me… bitch, please

Make you disappear... Casey Anthony

I got my red cup, red bottoms

Red lipstick, killin’ it - red-dot ‘em

I’m on it.. I’m on it, on it...

I’m on it.. tell me who want it (want it)

Yeah save it bitch, me and Jeffree go back like bacon and grits

Had hoes on Warped Tour straight shaking they tits

And then he made a half a B off of makeup kits

That’s uncommon to say the least

That’s jumping out caprice too

Comma to comma to comma to kamikaze crazy paid

Don’t say less say the least

I done jump the fence on these institution pimps

My education’s intuition and I’m into different shit

Make no apologies, I’m proud to be a Slumerican prodigy, a misfit

These red bottoms wobblin up the hall I got ‘em

Red cup full a whiskey, where my lipstick boy

I got my red cup, red bottoms

Red lipstick, kill shit - red-dot ’em

I’m on it.. I’m on it, on it...

I’m on it.. tell me who want it (want it)

Shoe game, homicide

Whip game, suicide

Bedroom, occupied

Make ya head spin like Poltergeist

Hammer time, can’t touch me... Hammer time, can’t touch me!

Stabbin’ shit like Chuckie.. OK child’s play

Bloody Mary, my paper scary

When I hit the mall it’s a massacre

Got weight in my trunk

And the way that it bump, the feds thinkin I’ma trafficer

Slayin cunts like Buffy.. And I do it so lovely

Champagne bubbly.. OK, blow me!

I got my red cup, red bottoms

Red lipstick, kill shit - red-dot ‘em

I’m on it.. I’m on it, on it...

I’m on it.. tell me who want it (want it)