Nicki Minaj - Red Ruby Da Sleeze lyrics

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 (O oh)
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
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen
Like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't feel pot holes
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Dorito bitches mad that they nachos
Shout out 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