Letra de 'Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Sped Up) (feat. Xxtristanxo & Speed Radio)' de Nicki Minaj

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, ni hao (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
Seven hundred on them horses, whеn we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
But I don't fuck with horsеs since Christopher Reeves
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I do it, it's flips all in the whips
It's forties with thirty clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with 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 neva run from nobody like ah
Rude bwoy want mi touchin' inna mi body like
Bwoy affi dead if yuh Eva diss me
You know what to do if yuh Eva 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 gyal sleeze like that
Well, I'm a tease like that
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna, na-na-na-na-na
I love 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 neva run from nobody like ah
Rude bwoy want mi touchin' inna mi body like
Bwoy affi dead if yuh Eva diss me
You know what to do if yuh Eva 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 fill 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 like: Uh-oh
Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle, ya' fuckin' bozo
That forty 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 Crcos, 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 gone 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 neva run from nobody like ah
Rude bwoy want mi touchin' inna mi body like
Bwoy affi dead if yuh Eva diss me
You know what to do if yuh Eva 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