Red Ruby Da Sleeze - Nicki Minaj Lyric Version 🍂 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