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nicki minaj – red ruby da sleeze (a cappella) lyrics

[intro: nicki minaj]
queen

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
only on ’em c’s if it’s breeze, red ruby da sleeze
chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe chun+lis
anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo)
who the f+ck told b+tches they was me now? (ooh)
i knew these b+tches was slow, i ain’t know these b+tches senile (ooh)
married a shooter case you n+ggas 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 ’em horses when we fixin’ to leave
but i don’t f+ck with horses since christopher reeves
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
[chorus: nicki minaj]
bad gyal don’t die+die+die (brr)
hundred rounds on that, grrah+ta+ta
real one l!ck a shot+ta+ta
she my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah+ah+ah
bad gyal don’t run from n0body, like ah
rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like yah
boy affi dead if he ever diss me
you know what to do if he ever miss me

[bridge: nicki minaj]
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
well, i’ma 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?

[chorus: nicki minaj]
bad gyal don’t die+die+die
hundred rounds on that, grrah+ta+ta
real one l!ck a shot+ta+ta
she my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah+ah+ah
bad gyal don’t run from n0body, like ah
rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like yah
boy affi dead if he ever diss me
you know what to do if he ever miss me
[verse 2: nicki minaj]
when the queen leave, b+tches wanna come out like a c+ckroach
until i’m cookin’ in the kitchen like a pot roast
that new spectre, we don’t fill pot holes
dorito—b+tches mad that they not chose
shout out my vatos
shout out to hoes that’s watchin’ me like movados (cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck)
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
call malone and tell him i’m goin’ postal (brr)
these b+tches rappin’ like my blooper roll
desert eagle if your n+gga actin’ super bold
(got ’em, got ’em, got ’em) got ’em like “uh+oh”
gun fingers like n+ggas doin’ the bogle
ya f+ckin’ 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 b+tches couldn’t walk in my crocs, that’s word to dundee
just a bunch of airheads like kelly bundy
man, these b+tches 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 ya business is?
i’ll have staff roll up, like what the business is?
“oh, you don’t know that my n+ggas k!ll witnesses?”
[chorus: nicki minaj]
bad gyal don’t die+die+die
hundred rounds on that, grrah+ta+ta
real one l!ck a shot+ta+ta
she my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah+ah+ah
bad gyal don’t run from n0body, like ah
rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like yah
boy affi dead if he ever diss me
you know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah

- nicki minaj lyrics

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