Jeffree Star - RedCup lyrics
[Jeffree Star - RedCup lyrics]
I got my red cup, red bottoms
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn
I'm on it, I'm on it, on it
I'm on it, tell me who want it, want it
You gotta love me up and lick me down
That's what I tell 'em
When you see me, it's a murder scene
Yes, I'm a felon
I'm on that sauce, I'm talkin' dirty
Put my money where my mouth at
Y-y-y yeah, you know I'm 'bout it, bitch
Always r-r-running shit
Walking like a model and runway all day
Come and get a plate (Ch-ch-ch-cherry out)
Bite this cookie over here (G-g-g-girl scout)
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) rеd bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tеll 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, body guards everywhere
Spice Girls sneakers, higher than an elevator
Push-to-start and let's go to my house
Get the bong and let's hit that ounce
Beer pong, it's time to blackout
Might puke on the chinchilla couch
Don't be mad at me, bitch please
Make you disappear, Casey Anthony
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
Shoe game? Homicide whip game? Suicide
Bedroom? Occupied
Make your head spin like Poltergeist
Hammer time, can't touch me (Oh)
Ha hammer time, can't touch me (Oh)
Stabbin' shit like Chucky, okay, Child's Play
(Oh) bloody Mary, my paper scary
When I hit them all, it's a massacre
Got wood in my trunk
And the way that it bump
The feds thinkin' I'm a trafficker
Slayin' cunts like Buffy
And I do it so lovely (Oh, uh huh)
Champagne, bubbly, okay, blow me (Oh)
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
Popsicle music, mmm
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn
I'm on it, I'm on it, on it
I'm on it, tell me who want it, want it
You gotta love me up and lick me down
That's what I tell 'em
When you see me, it's a murder scene
Yes, I'm a felon
I'm on that sauce, I'm talkin' dirty
Put my money where my mouth at
Y-y-y yeah, you know I'm 'bout it, bitch
Always r-r-running shit
Walking like a model and runway all day
Come and get a plate (Ch-ch-ch-cherry out)
Bite this cookie over here (G-g-g-girl scout)
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) rеd bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tеll 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, body guards everywhere
Spice Girls sneakers, higher than an elevator
Push-to-start and let's go to my house
Get the bong and let's hit that ounce
Beer pong, it's time to blackout
Might puke on the chinchilla couch
Don't be mad at me, bitch please
Make you disappear, Casey Anthony
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
Shoe game? Homicide whip game? Suicide
Bedroom? Occupied
Make your head spin like Poltergeist
Hammer time, can't touch me (Oh)
Ha hammer time, can't touch me (Oh)
Stabbin' shit like Chucky, okay, Child's Play
(Oh) bloody Mary, my paper scary
When I hit them all, it's a massacre
Got wood in my trunk
And the way that it bump
The feds thinkin' I'm a trafficker
Slayin' cunts like Buffy
And I do it so lovely (Oh, uh huh)
Champagne, bubbly, okay, blow me (Oh)
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
I got my red cup (What?) red bottoms (yeah)
Red lipstick, killin' it, red autumn (Wooh)
I'm on it (I'm on it) , I'm on it, on it
I'm on it
(I'm on it) , tell me who want it, want it
Popsicle music, mmm