LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRed Ruby da Sleeze
QueenOnly on 'em C's if it's breeze,Red Ruby Da SleezeChinese on my sleeve,These wannabe Chun-LisAnyway, nǐ hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo, uh-oh)Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh)I knew these bitches was slow,I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh)Married a shooterCase you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr)Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"I'm the AB sideSeven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh)But I don't fuck with horsesSince Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh)Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whipIt's 40s with 30 clips,FN's with the switchGuacamole with the taco, waitin' on El ChapoCame in the Rolls and left low in a TahoeBad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr)Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-taReal one lick a shot-ta-taShe my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ahBad gyal don't run from nobody, like ahRude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yahBoy affi dead if he ever diss meYou know what to do if he ever miss meMiss me with that na-na-na, na-na-na-naI stay with my na-na-na, na-na-na-naHis ex hit him,He like "Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah"He want the bad gyal sleeze like thatWell, I'ma tease like thatIll na-na-na, na-na-na-naHe told me bring him that na-na-na, na-na-na-naWe don't be Karen like Donna-na, na-na-na-naI like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh)Why I'm a freak like that?Bad gyal don't die-die-dieHundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-taReal one lick a shot-ta-taShe my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ahBad gyal don't run from nobody, like ahRude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yahBoy affi dead if he ever diss meYou know what to do if he ever miss meWhen the Queen leave,Bitches wanna come out like a cockroach (Uh-oh, uh-oh)Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roastThat new Spectre, we don't fill pot holesDorito—bitches mad that they not choseShout out my vatosShout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados(Click, click, click)All them, all them botched face photos,Why would you post those?Make a gyal duppySince I heard you like my ghost hoesBig truck but I'm alone like Post though (Uh-oh, uh-oh)Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr)These bitches rappin' like my blooper rollDesert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold(Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like "Uh-oh"Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogleYa fuckin' bozoThat .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-goSuper fakks, that's word to Super CatWe ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs,That's word to DundeeJust a bunch of airheads like Kelly BundyMan, these bitches so slow, man,They slower than slothsSix-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?Caught 'em with they hand out,Tryna catch the sauceThierry Mugler flow tryna cut the clothSee the difference is I run businesses (Uh-oh, uh-oh)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-dieHundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-taReal one lick a shot-ta-taShe my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ahBad gyal don't run from nobody, like ahRude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yahBoy affi dead if he ever diss meYou know what to do if he ever miss me, yeahIf you want me to stayI'll never leaveIf you want me to stayWe'll always beIf you want me to stayI'll never leaveIf you want me to stayLove endlesslyIf you want me to stay
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