Red Ruby Da Sleeze Songtext

von Nicki Minaj

Queen

Only on them C′s if it's breeze (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Red Ruby Da Sleeze, Chinese on my sleeve
These wannabe Chun-Li′s, anyway, 你好 (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 shooter 'case you niggas tried to breathe loud (brr-brr)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"
I′m the AB side (ha)
Seven hundred on them horses, when we fixin′ to leave (uh-oh, uh-oh)
But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it′s flips all in the whips
It's forties with thirty 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 gal don′t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one nigga shot-ter-ter
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah
Bad gal neva run from nobody, like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin′ on his body, like, yeah
Boy affi dead if you ever diss me
You know what to do if you 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 "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na"
He want the bad gal 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 gal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one nigga shot-ter-ter
She my lil′ vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah
Bad gal never run from nobody, like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin′ on his body, like, yeah
Boy affi dead if you ever diss me
You know what to do if you 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 nachos
Shout out my vatos
Shout out da hoes 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, 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, got ′em, got 'em) Got ′em like, "Uh-oh"
Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle, you fuckin' bozo
That .40 cal'll make ′em dance like a go-go
Super facts, that′s word to Super Cat
We a rude gal youth, and we not talk 'bout the chat
′Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crcos, 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 know that my niggas kill witnesses?"

Bad gal don′t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one nigga shot-ter-ter
She my lil′ vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah
Bad gal never run from nobody, like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin′ on his body, like, yeah
Boy affi dead if you ever diss me
You know what to do if you 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