Red Ruby Da Sleeze

歌詞

(Queen!) Only on them Cs if it's breeze Red Ruby da Sleeze Chinese on my sleeves These wanna be Chun Li's Anyway, ni hǎo (nî hâo) Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? I knew these bitches was slow I ain't know these bitches senile Married a shooter, case you niggas tried to breathe loud Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire I'm the A, B side Seven hundred on them horses when we fixing to leave But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Oh-oh, oh-oh!) Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch Guacamole with the taco Waiting for El Chapo Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe Bad gyal don't die, die, die Hundred rounds on dat gratata Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na His ex hit him, he like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat Why I'ma tease like that? Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na-na I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I'm a freak like that? Bad gyal don't die, die, die Hundred rounds on dat gratata Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me When the queen, leave bitches wanna come out like a cockroach Until I'm cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast That new Spectre, we don't feel pot holes Dorito bitches mad that they nachos Shout out my vatos Shout out da hoes that's watching me like Movados Click-click, all them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those? Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes Big truck but I'm alone like Post though Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal These bitches rapping like my blooper roll Desert eagle if your nigga acting Super Bold Got 'em like uh-oh Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle Ya fucking bozo That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go Super Fakks, that's word to Super Cat We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat 'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths Six hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss? Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth See the difference is, I run businesses If I ain't employ you, then what yo business is? I'll have staff roll up like what the business is? Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses? Bad gyal don't die, die, die Hundred rounds on dat gratata Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me (If you want me to stay I'll never leave If you want me to stay We'll always be If you want me to stay I'll never leave If you want me to stay Love endlessly If you want me to stay)