Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peace Sign, artist - Red Cafe. Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peace Sign |
| Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' |
| Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs in the air like a peace sign |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs wide open like a peace sign |
| We can make it nasty |
| I know you love to get nasty |
| I be countin' this money |
| You can get freaky while I’m rollin' my Cali |
| Yeah, I only compare you to your reflection |
| Let’s say this thing we got be on textin' |
| Any time of day, strip off your lingerie |
| I’m a real nigga, its a real nigga holiday |
| I know its juicy as fuck I done heard 'bout you |
| Turn niggas to stalkers, I done heard 'bout you |
| Have you bussin' like a chopper, la la la |
| Used to be mellow when I was off the lala |
| You taste like a peach, what you told me |
| And you should get the sweetie pie trophy |
| If it’s sticky I need more than a quickie |
| Round 1, round 2, I’m strippin' you out them Vickies, ah! |
| Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' |
| Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs in the air like a peace sign |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs wide open like a peace sign |
| We can make it nasty |
| I know you love to get nasty |
| I be countin' this money |
| You can get freaky while I’m rollin' my Cali |
| Fornication in the fountain blue |
| 4 or 5 of them bitches couldn’t amount to you |
| I could spend it all, then spend a night with you |
| But I got too much of it, I’m just a flight away |
| She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands |
| Bail hard but they all call up 'bout her first name |
| I’ma change the bitch last name |
| Don’t wanna hear stories about your last lame (nah) |
| We sippin' syrup in the fast lane |
| Wide-body Phantom, lower miles than your prom date |
| I seen a brick in the 9th grade |
| Swerve up on a bitch and I might say (Maybach Music), ugh |
| Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' |
| Hey girl, let me tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fuckin' |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs in the air like a peace sign |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs wide open like a peace sign |
| We can make it nasty |
| I know you love to get nasty |
| I be countin' this money |
| You can get freaky while you rollin' my Cali |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Hey girl, hey girl |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs in the air like a peace sign |
| Lay you on your back |
| Got your legs wide open like a peace sign |