متن آهنگ Red Ruby Da Sleeze - Sped Up از Nicki Minaj

متن آهنگ Red Ruby Da Sleeze - Sped Up از Nicki Minaj

Only on them C's if it's breeze Red Ruby Da Sleeze, Chinese on my sleeve These wannabe Chun-Li's, anyway, 你好 (你好) Who the f- told b- they was me now? (Ooh) I knew these b- was slow, I ain't know these b- senile (ooh) Married a shooter 'case you n- tried to breathe loud (brr-brr) Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire" I'm the AB side (ha) 700 on the horses, when we fixin' to leave But I don't f- with horses, since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whips 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 never run from nobody, like, ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like, yeah 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'm a 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 never run from nobody, like, ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like, yeah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me When the Queen leave, b- 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 b-, mad that they not chose Shout out my vatos Shout out to h- that's watching me like Movados (click, click, click) All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those? Make a gal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, h- Big truck, but I'm alone like Post though Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal (brr) These b- rapping like my blooper roll Desert Eagle, if your n- acting super bold (Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) got 'em like, "Uh-oh" Gun fingers like n- doing the bogle, you f- bozo That .40 cal'll make 'em dance like a go-go Super facts, that's word to Super Cat We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat 'Cause b- couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy Man, these b- so slow, man, they slower than sloths 600 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 know that my n- 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 never run from nobody, like, ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like, yeah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You 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, love endlessly If you want me to stay ♪