Her Her Her Lyrics – Sexyy Red, DJ Holiday

Read the full Her Her Her lyrics by Sexyy Red and DJ Holiday from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore Richer Than Alla My Opps and David Ruffin, two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro: DJ Holiday & S*xyy Red]
(EarDrummers) Hahahahaha
We see you b!tches in the comments (Holiday season)
The biggest is back, we see you stealing the swag  (We working)
Yo S*xyy, I hear you talking
S*xyy this, S*xyy that, you can’t say S*xyy broke though
The top-notch b!tch quit in the motherfu*king Northside
Redhead, I don’t care
You see sis with them long-ass nails, thumbing through the racks
The audacity of you b!tches
Your favorite trapper, favorite rapper (EarDrummers)
You b!tches can’t fu*k with us, S*xyy, DJ Holiday (Yoom)

This some monumental trap s*it right here, yeah
S*xyy (Yеah, yeah), get ’em (It’s Sеxyy)

[Pre-Chorus: S*xyy Red & DJ Holiday]
My nails back long, so I’m acting like a jerk (On God)
I was put up for a minute, now you pu*sy-b!tches hurt
N!ggas see me in person, it’s Big S*xyy, go berserk
He like, “Damn, you a ten,” he nickname me S*xyyPerc (Holiday season)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
Feeling like that n!gga, I don’t even need a shirt
If they book me for a show, then you know we in there turnt (It’s S*xyy)
I pull up black truck, then I pull off in the Vert, yeah
Yoom, yoom, yoom, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
B!tches hating on me ’cause I’m her, her, her
I-I ain’t gotta drive, I just call the chauffeur (Yoom)
B!tches saying they know me, I do not know her
It’s always the ones that ain’t got no hair (It’s S*xyy)

[Verse 1: S*xyy Red]
Se-S*xyy back, b!tch, yeah, I’m back, ho (I’m Blood)
D-did you miss me, talking s*it or up a bankroll? (Yoom)
Flexing on these b!tches, I don’t like these dirty hoes (Fu*k)
Co-come fu*k with a winner, I know that your b!tch broke
I said my earrings blinging, yeah, wrist on froze (Ooh)

Lo-looking fine as fu*k, walking with a pigeon toe (What?)
He tell me I’m the one, I’m like “Boy, I know”
I heard they looking for me, well, b!tch, here I go (Boom)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
Feeling like that n!gga, I don’t even need a shirt
If they book me for a show, then you know we in there turnt (I’m Blood)
I pull up black truck, then I pull off in the Vert (S*xyy)
Yoom, yoom, yoom, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Yoom)
B!tches hating on me ’cause I’m her, her, her
I-I ain’t gotta drive, I just call the chauffeur (Bow)
B!tches saying they know me, I do not know her (Ayy, ayy, b!tch)
It’s always the ones that ain’t got no hair (Bald head)

[Verse 2: S*xyy Red]
Big-big-big S*xyy come around and all the n!ggas stare (It’s S*xyy)
I know why they choosing, ’cause I got my red hair (I’m Blood)
Ma-matte black Vet with the doors in the air (Yoom)
He see I’m having motion, tryna make his face my chair (Northside)
I’m conceited, I’m the s*it, you ain’t got no diamonds on your wrist
Young and turnt, I’m too legit, you ain’t fu*king with me, baby, quit
S*xyy the hottest in the city, wanna book me? It’s a ticket
I was laid back, I was chilling, now I’m up, it’s time to get it

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
Feeling like that n!gga, I don’t even need a shirt
If they book me for a show, then you know we in there turnt (I’m Blood)
I pull up black truck, then I pull off in the Vert (S*xyy)
Yoom, yoom, yoom, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Yoom)
B!tches hating on me ’cause I’m her, her, her
I-I ain’t gotta drive, I just call the chauffeur (Bow)
B!tches saying they know me, I do not know her (Ayy, ayy, b!tch)
It’s always the ones that ain’t got no hair (Bald head)