Sport Lyrics by Sexyy Red
Okay
Northside
Yeah, it’s Sexyy
Bitch
You know what the fuck goin’ on, ho
Bitch, I been a boss and can’t nobody tell me otherwise
Let him kill the coochie, take a Plan B, double homicide
Dick stand at attention when he see me, it’s gon’ fall in line
Bitch, I throw it back and bust it open like a forty-five
Treat him like a couch, I sit this ass right on his sexy face
You know that this coochie smell like water, it ain’t got no taste
Make these niggas nut just off my words, you hoes can’t relate
My body firm, my money long, my coochie good, that’s how I beat the case (Sexyy)
Caramel-skin bitch from the North (Yeah)
Legs lookin’ good when I rock my booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
Can’t trust what bitches say if you ain’t hear it from the source (Ayy)
You know I be killin’ these hoes, that’s my sport (You know it)
Hoes lame, they some dorks
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork (Grraow, baow)
I ain’t have a weapon, so I stabbed her with a fork
You know I be killin’ these hoes, that’s my sport
Let him ride behind me (Skrrt), lost him, he can’t find me (Yoom)
Flip him like a quarter, you can’t tell me ’bout no dime piece
I know I’m the shit, baby, you ain’t gotta remind me
I’ll hop on your song and make your label wanna sign me
Me and all my sisters stick together like we Siamese (Twin)
Baby keep them chopsticks by his side, I think he Chinese (Ching-choing)
Poppin’ big shit with no award or no nominees
Bitch, your coochie dry, I’m tryna flood him with tsunamis
Caramel-skin bitch from the North (Yeah)
Legs lookin’ good when I rock my booty shorts (Northside, Northside)
Can’t trust what bitches say if you ain’t hear it from the source
You know I be killin’ these hoes, that’s my sport (On Blood)
Hoes lame, they some dorks (Lame ass)
Bitch, keep it cool, or get popped like a cork (Grraow, baow)
I ain’t have a weapon, so I stabbed her with a fork (Grraow, baow)
You know I be killin’ these hoes, that’s my sport
