Bài hát Red Ruby Da Sleeze Báo Lỗi

Queen

Only on 'em C's if it's breeze

Red Ruby Da Sleeze

Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis

Anyway, nǐ hǎo

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 'em horses

When we fixin' to leave

But I don't fuck with horses

Since Christopher Reeves

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

Waitin' on El Chapo

Came in the Rolls

And left low in a Tahoe

Bad gyal don't die-die-die

Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta

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 touchin' on his body

Like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

You 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 that

Well, 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

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 that, grrah-ta-ta

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 touchin' on his body

Like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

You know what to do

If he ever miss me

When the Queen leave

Bitches wanna come out like a cockroach

Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen

Like a pot roast

That new Spectre

We don't fill pot holes

Dorito-bitches mad that they not chose

Shout out my vatos

Shout out to hoes

That's watchin' me like Movados

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 goin' postal

These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll

Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

Got 'em like uh-oh

Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle

Ya fuckin' 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 ya 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 that, grrah-ta-ta

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 touchin' on his body

Like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

You know what to do

If he ever miss me, yeah

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

Love endlessly

If you want me to stay