"Red Casamigos" lyrics

"Red Casamigos"

Yeah
Bring it down just like that
Look

Here we are again, Reposado
Red bottle, the extra bottle because you like it nasty
Far from classy, in fact tonight's your night to keep it trashy
Look up at me and sexual emotion comin' out your face but that isn't agony
I go to war with that pussy and watch your legs attack me
Legs and arms everywhere like we some sort of arachne
The room's spinnin' like a ferris wheel, designer clothes on the floor, pants, heels
Her feelings all full circle, a steerin' wheel
I be meatin' into her insides
Kissin' on her outsides
No need for the, "Who? What? How? And Why?"
And how do we get here inside the first place?
Fuckin' on each other like it was both our birthdays
Saw you walk in the spot and I shot my shot
Bumpin' shoulders with you was the first graze
Cuttin' deeper, feelings steeper
At this point I wanna do her like Lipa
I wanna dip into her like a scuba deep sea diver
But I always got your back like I'm McGyver
Do me and I screw you like driver
I wonder if you's a white winer, red winer
A bed wetter, a bed climber
A girl that stands, stands up fours
Or set with the headliners, you know the set designers

I wanna fuck you long, baby, oh you got me
Those niggas ain't on top, baby, oh you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop me
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me
I wanna fuck you long, baby, oh you got me
Those niggas ain't on top, baby, oh you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop me
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me

Saint-Tropez for the day off
She likes that I perform like Curry inside the playoffs
In fact she thinks them other guys are way off
And I think the same, that's why she likes to diss from distant range
But when we get close, I slip my finger through her G-string
Public restroom, get it in, baby, that's a G thing
Wear your heart and bled on my sleeve like a E string
Ghostridin', on the floor writtin' like I've seen things, uh
Hair pullin', bands screetchin', you in my bed screamin'
Harder and faster 'til I do it to you
You come down the climax and after that you got a different mood into you
That was my whole plan and pursuit into you
I like the way you
Like to pull your panties to the side when we out in public
Mind freaky, you're freaky, it's one good way to double it
Multiplyin', dividin' your legs, from findin' your edge and
Eyeing at me while you takin' time with your head
I lick you, you feel that shit in your spine, in your legs
I'm just tryin' you instead
You got a nigga harder than dryin' bread
Spendin' more time than my time spent
Puttin' in my nonsense, for real

I wanna fuck you long, baby, oh you got me
Those niggas ain't on top, baby, oh you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop me
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me
I wanna fuck you long, baby, oh you got me
Those niggas ain't on top, baby, oh you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop me
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me


Writer(s): Sergio Dior Romero, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez, Johann Chavez, Luke Treichel, Brendan Jimenez
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