Red Triangle - Beats N Ba** lyrics

[Verse 1] One, okay, one more gla** of this fun And I'm done f** it Yeah I'm hitting shots like I don't even care And I'm getting lost in a tangle of hair I'm shaking off the week Heels, I'm gonna move my feet Got all my girls with me [?] up in NYC Hermes' bags and we all look pretty Dressed up like Sex in the City [?]'s bags and we all look pretty Dressed up like Sex in the City [Pre-Chorus] Hair, face, chest, waist Hair, face, chest, waist [Chorus] The beat, the ba** The bombs keep dropping The beat, the ba** The bombs keep dropping Get down girl, down girl Get-get-get down girl Get down girl, down girl Get-get-get down girl (The beat, the ba**) (The bombs keep dropping) [Verse 2] Okay, it's on It's [?], or is it whisky? Come on, let's have some Put your hands up Put your hands up with me Don't act cool cause it's making me hot I'm coming for you if you're ready or not Oh, let's get scandalous We're infamous, it's dangerous I might get adventurous I might want touch you Now we're all f**ed up and we still look pretty Walk round like we run this city All f**ed up and we still look pretty Walk round like we run this city [Pre-Chorus Variation] Hair, face, chest, waist Hair, face, chest [Chorus] [Post-Chorus] Lose your worries on the floor Cause making love ain't making war Get down girl, down girl Get-get-get down girl Get down girl, down girl Get-get-get down girl [Chorus] + [Post-Chorus]