Rubi Rose
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
A big ass on some tight clothes
Damn, I need me a Rubi Rose
She needs brains. Make it make sense
I'm the type a nigga that get intense
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
That sundress looks outstanding on you
I got some free time. What we finna do
Oh, you ain't got you a man no boo
Ma, that could never stop me from comin' tru'
I'll cross the line for the right one
Respectful, you can see I'm the right one
Baby girl why don't you have some fun
Won't you you help Gripz clean this fully loaded gun
Bonnie and Clyde shit we can catch the sun
That pussy never tired. For you I'm on the run
I'll be diggin' deep in it till kingdom come
But can you promise me I'll be the only one
You don't really have to take my last name
Pending. Until then, baby make it rain
The formalities ain't nothin' but a thang
Make those cheeks dance; I'll make that pussy sa'ng
Real talk. It aint nothin' but a ra'ng
Forever you my Queen. Bitch, I'm a King
That glow on your skin is 'cause of him
Don't act up. Feed that in your membrane
She said "Baby, I feel it all in my brain"
We doggy style. We leave no stains
She said "The pipe I slang her is insane"
Who said that the dragon couldn't be tamed
More than once I made her came
I'm counting' Lizzie's. Fuck the fame
God bless the Queen. Let me explain
I'm counting' Charlies. Fuck the fame
God bless the King. Let me explain
Bitches love my vibes. They say I'm so fongshuěi
The wordplay of GRIPAZEEM is flames
Extinguish this wildfire? You'll need a plane
Lucrative with the girls at talkin' stage
Once she get's a taste of Gripz she can't complain
I never ever take a girl for granted
These hoes in line because I'm staying in my lane
It ain't every lady that I call a whore
Bend it over. Drop that ass down to the floor
She told me it'll be the last time I get a call
She took it like a champ. Please, round of applause
She keep comin' back for more
And I slay that pussy like the grim reaper
I ride that bitch like a horse
No main. I'm to careful; I don't wanna get divorced
I got her off. As you can tell, a good cause
Lo-Mein, I'm drippin' noodles and I got all the sauce
I'm splashing scores on her, of course
Bow-tie around the dick, and she blew it raw
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
A big ass on some tight clothes
Damn, I need me a Rubi Rose
She needs brains. Make it make sense
I'm the type a nigga that get intense
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
A big ass on some tight clothes
Damn, I need me a Rubi Rose
She needs brains. Make it make sense
I'm the type a nigga that get intense
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
That sundress looks outstanding on you
I got some free time. What we finna do
Oh, you ain't got you a man no boo
Ma, that could never stop me from comin' tru'
I'll cross the line for the right one
Respectful, you can see I'm the right one
Baby girl why don't you have some fun
Won't you you help Gripz clean this fully loaded gun
Bonnie and Clyde shit we can catch the sun
That pussy never tired. For you I'm on the run
I'll be diggin' deep in it till kingdom come
But can you promise me I'll be the only one
You don't really have to take my last name
Pending. Until then, baby make it rain
The formalities ain't nothin' but a thang
Make those cheeks dance; I'll make that pussy sa'ng
Real talk. It aint nothin' but a ra'ng
Forever you my Queen. Bitch, I'm a King
That glow on your skin is 'cause of him
Don't act up. Feed that in your membrane
She said "Baby, I feel it all in my brain"
We doggy style. We leave no stains
She said "The pipe I slang her is insane"
Who said that the dragon couldn't be tamed
More than once I made her came
I'm counting' Lizzie's. Fuck the fame
God bless the Queen. Let me explain
I'm counting' Charlies. Fuck the fame
God bless the King. Let me explain
Bitches love my vibes. They say I'm so fongshuěi
The wordplay of GRIPAZEEM is flames
Extinguish this wildfire? You'll need a plane
Lucrative with the girls at talkin' stage
Once she get's a taste of Gripz she can't complain
I never ever take a girl for granted
These hoes in line because I'm staying in my lane
It ain't every lady that I call a whore
Bend it over. Drop that ass down to the floor
She told me it'll be the last time I get a call
She took it like a champ. Please, round of applause
She keep comin' back for more
And I slay that pussy like the grim reaper
I ride that bitch like a horse
No main. I'm to careful; I don't wanna get divorced
I got her off. As you can tell, a good cause
Lo-Mein, I'm drippin' noodles and I got all the sauce
I'm splashing scores on her, of course
Bow-tie around the dick, and she blew it raw
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
A big ass on some tight clothes
Damn, I need me a Rubi Rose
She needs brains. Make it make sense
I'm the type a nigga that get intense
I could have me a million hoes
But I'd still choose Rubi Rose
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