Lola Monroe Dark Red Lipstick Remix Lyrics
Dark Red Lipstick (Remix) by Lola Monroe
Move back, I'm on you
New black Madonna
You lack persona, you stacks up on a
Only do zeros when it's plus commas
Comma, comma, comma
The queen in this bitch
All my diamonds royal blue
Taylor gang, only team I'm loyal to
Tell 'em bring the bottles out
Bring the red bottoms out
Pointing at the map
I just pick a island out
Best believe I'm out here
Broke bitches hiding now
No, really, I'm what you niggas fighting 'bout
Versace for the duffel
Pardon if I'm a fool
But I'm a bad bitch
Diamond covered muzzle
And all you hating bitches
Always gonna struggle
I just do the Loubies and
Stun and cop a couple doubles
Motherfucker bitch hating
I'm getting too much money
When it gets cold I take my bitches where it's sunny
Dark red lipstick on
6 inch pumps
I'm about to do me tonight
Sitting on the passenger's side
Let my best friend drive
We all on 'bout to get right
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We all on
'Bout to get right
These bitches don't know
About the lizard S go
They need to let it go
Stop the missiles special
Y'all bitches sophomores
I mess with the whole course
That whip is sure Ford
I'm flipping that roof doors
Dark skin slim bad bitch
Who's so cute, petite hips
Some sweetness, I'm posh, too
My thesis, new peet holes, you Monroe
You peep this, bitches looking for loopholes and weakness
Kill 'em on the constant
This that shit they can't see yet
Young behind my momma
Or they brush with the ski jet
Notice I'm a problem, bitches, they can't breathe yet
Trend setter mama, sweat me much my weave wet
Dark red lipstick on
6 inch pumps
I'm about to do me tonight
Sitting on the passenger's side
Let my best friend drive
We all on 'bout to get right
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We all on
'Bout to get right
I'm like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Which one of y'all wanna get my bow?
Better hit that pole
Then hit that floor
My shit so potent gotta hit that slow
Slow, slow, slow
You get that, I get the dough
Dough, dough, dough
I'll get king and check that hoe
All these bitches scar you
Could tell 'em that I said so
Begging for a yes you could tell 'em that I said no
Saint Laurent on her lips
Gold Rolley on her wrist
The ass thick enough
For the whole wide world to kiss
Fuck two lips, just put your two lips on
My two lips
Let me show you how to do this
Motherfucker bitch hating
I'm getting too much money
When it gets cold I take my bitches where it's sunny
Dark red lipstick on
6 inch pumps
I'm about to do me tonight
Sitting on the passenger's side
Let my best friend drive
We all on 'bout to get right
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
New black Madonna
You lack persona, you stacks up on a
Only do zeros when it's plus commas
Comma, comma, comma
The queen in this bitch
All my diamonds royal blue
Taylor gang, only team I'm loyal to
Tell 'em bring the bottles out
Bring the red bottoms out
Pointing at the map
I just pick a island out
Best believe I'm out here
Broke bitches hiding now
No, really, I'm what you niggas fighting 'bout
Versace for the duffel
Pardon if I'm a fool
But I'm a bad bitch
Diamond covered muzzle
And all you hating bitches
Always gonna struggle
I just do the Loubies and
Stun and cop a couple doubles
Motherfucker bitch hating
I'm getting too much money
When it gets cold I take my bitches where it's sunny
Dark red lipstick on
6 inch pumps
I'm about to do me tonight
Sitting on the passenger's side
Let my best friend drive
We all on 'bout to get right
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We all on
'Bout to get right
These bitches don't know
About the lizard S go
They need to let it go
Stop the missiles special
Y'all bitches sophomores
I mess with the whole course
That whip is sure Ford
I'm flipping that roof doors
Dark skin slim bad bitch
Who's so cute, petite hips
Some sweetness, I'm posh, too
My thesis, new peet holes, you Monroe
You peep this, bitches looking for loopholes and weakness
Kill 'em on the constant
This that shit they can't see yet
Young behind my momma
Or they brush with the ski jet
Notice I'm a problem, bitches, they can't breathe yet
Trend setter mama, sweat me much my weave wet
Dark red lipstick on
6 inch pumps
I'm about to do me tonight
Sitting on the passenger's side
Let my best friend drive
We all on 'bout to get right
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We all on
'Bout to get right
I'm like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Which one of y'all wanna get my bow?
Better hit that pole
Then hit that floor
My shit so potent gotta hit that slow
Slow, slow, slow
You get that, I get the dough
Dough, dough, dough
I'll get king and check that hoe
All these bitches scar you
Could tell 'em that I said so
Begging for a yes you could tell 'em that I said no
Saint Laurent on her lips
Gold Rolley on her wrist
The ass thick enough
For the whole wide world to kiss
Fuck two lips, just put your two lips on
My two lips
Let me show you how to do this
Motherfucker bitch hating
I'm getting too much money
When it gets cold I take my bitches where it's sunny
Dark red lipstick on
6 inch pumps
I'm about to do me tonight
Sitting on the passenger's side
Let my best friend drive
We all on 'bout to get right
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right
We all on
'Bout to get right