Red Ruby Da Sleeze

Queen

Only on them C's if it's breeze,
Red Ruby Da Sleeze
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Chinese on my sleeve
, these wannabe Chun-Lis

Anyway, 你好 (你好, 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 A, B side

Seven-hundred on them horses when we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh)

But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh)

(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
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 (Brr)
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
And he 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
Why 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 (Uh)
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
And he 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
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Dorito—bitches mad that they nachos

Shoutout my vatos

Shout 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 duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes

Big 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 roll
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
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 (Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce (Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth

See 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?" (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
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
And he 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