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Rubi Rose - Deserve To Die

Posté par RAP OU CRĒVE
29 MAI 2024, 09:49
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PAROLES

Intro
Huh
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

Chorus
This cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die (Pah)
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (In my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (Okay)
I just hopped out, two-door Lambo (Yeah) shit go suicide (Yeah)
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die

Verse 1
Trippin' in this bitch, think I forgot to tiе my shoes (Okay)
You call that bitch your bestie, in Miami y'all ain't cool (Okay)
I hatе a bitch who try to play with me to keep her dude (Damn)
Bitch, play with me, I double it, and fuck her daddy too (I did)
He love the way it grip, okay, this shit got attitude (I do)
Come through, I'm tryna fuck you even though I'm mad at you
I'm used to gettin' money, I done blew a bag or two (Two)
How you go and get a grill before veeners? You snaggletooth
Why would I got fifty-fifty? Bitches soundin' dizzy
If you can't make 'em pay your bills, that pussy not hittin'
Don't pour your heart out to me, nigga, I am not drinkin'
These niggas sound like broken glass, we is not linkin'
We ain't cool, sis, 'cause you ugly and you rude, sis
Pick and choose, bitch, bein' both, this ain't the move, bitch
You should move, bitch, 'fore I gotta get you moved, bitch
Don't get loose, sis, I eat bitches like you full, bitch (Yeah)

Chorus
This cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs (These thighs)
You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (In my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (Okay)
I just hopped out, two-door Lambo shit go suicide (Yeah, yeah)
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide (Pop out)
I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die

Verse 2
Richer than this nigga, he don't fuck with us, ha (Fuck with us)
Them ain't no ones he's spendin', them is [?] bucks (Damn)
Before I jump up in this convo, double dutch
Make sure you got what I want, what you doin' with that tongue, nigga?
Say he like the stripes upon this ass, he call me tiger
You know my type, you know I only fuck with rich niggas
You aight, this nigga better, he an inch bigger
Pussy tight, it be on ice, like I'm a skate figure
I like certain niggas (Yeah)
You a Certified Lover Boy, some Drake nigga (Drake nigga)
I like niggas who don't like to have that shank with 'em (Grrah)
Hit it out the park, a home run (Ayy, ayy) run that base with 'em (Base with 'em)
Yeah, yeah

Chorus
This cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die (He do)
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs (Mm)
You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (In my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I
I just hopped out, two-door Lambo (Yeah) shit go suicide (Yeah)
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out (Pop out), all these bitches hide (Yeah)
I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die


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