Co1e - Devil in a Red Dress (Bonus Track)

Red dress lookin' like a hint to me
Waist so small I gotta squint to see
Candles make ya eyes shine
Christmas trees
I know we ain't here to talk business
See
Figured it was time you was into me
Ask myself why very secretly
You a good girl
Askin' 'bout the freak in me
Can I get another round for the table please?
Cop another pound for our later needs
I was lost 'til you found your escape in me
Cost of the gown mean shit to me
Too soon? sorry that's the faith in me
It's new moon with you like it's meant be
Bills on me
No mends to meet

You leave me wanting more
Desperately
How ya do it? where you get it?
What's ya recipe?
When I'm low you my high
Ecstasy
Double dose in the sky
Where the Jetsons be
Where you been all my life
Honestly
Tell me all about it
'Til my ears fall off
I wanna know your story
'Til the heels come off
Take your time on it shorty
I ain't goin soft
Two forty in the mornin'
Still goin' off
Fuck it
I'm just getting started

She throw it back on me
Just the way I wanted
"You like that shit?"
I nodded
Then I nutted
Didn't glove it
Think I love it
Can't cut it
I'm not bluffin
Gotta cuff it
'Cause she more then a girl
She a feeling
Like a drug
Got me high
Like the ceiling
She supplying
Like she dealing
And I can't get clean
I'm fiending
She addicting
Appealing
Revealing
Love lost
Think I know the meanin'
When I'm with her
Life pause, pinch me
Dreaming when I'm with her
Give every inch
Screaming when I'm in her
Got her playin' with herself
When I leave her
Throw it back it n I catch it
Receiver
("Oh my god!")
Guess she a believer

She the god damn devil in a red dress
But it's heaven it sheets
Wet wet
I'ma play a little advocate
'Cause her head game strong like a graduate
Beat it up King Kong said I mastered it
Body like an hourglass n shit
Swear the bitch so bad it's a talent
Attitude with the sweets
Gotta balance
Said I'm rude but she like it
Passion

No the crew can't hit
Can't have it
She in the whip
You can't see her in traffic
She giving lip to my tip
Til' I drip (Til' I drip)
She a fan
Play my shit
Can't skip (Can't skip)
I dig her fit
But I'd rather make her strip (Make her strip)
Gold caps at the crib
Take a trip (Take a trip)
Put my dick in her ribs
That's it
That's it
She the god damn devil in a red dress
Fuckin' with my success

She the god damn devil in a red dress
But it's heaven it sheets
Wet wet
I'ma play a little advocate
'Cause her head game strong like a graduate
Beat it up King Kong said I mastered it
Body like an hourglass n shit
Swear the bitch so bad it's a talent
Attitude with the sweets
Gotta balance

Written by:
Cole Hartman

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