Ruby Red
Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody,
It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi.
And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up,
Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up.
And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit,
Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it.
Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake,
What you'd call that? Earthquake.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year.
Welcome to the world of no shame, the clubs are all lame,
A couple skinny bitches and drugs with no name.
The universe made us, these niggas hate us,
Argue bout favorites, too busy to make it,
Too busy, I'm aiming, who's coming, I'm waiting
Salvador Dali hardly as amazing
Flow covers the truth, the show covers the booth
My religion's universal, heard a lot of blues.
Made a promise to my uncle, you gon get the car you wanted,
You should probably ghost write, you don't make that shit look haunted
Shout to moses for the vibe, alah for the verses,
A christian and a muslim make a motherfucker perfect.
Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody,
It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi.
And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up,
Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up.
And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit,
Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it.
Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake,
What you'd call that? Earthquake.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year.
It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi.
And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up,
Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up.
And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit,
Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it.
Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake,
What you'd call that? Earthquake.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year.
Welcome to the world of no shame, the clubs are all lame,
A couple skinny bitches and drugs with no name.
The universe made us, these niggas hate us,
Argue bout favorites, too busy to make it,
Too busy, I'm aiming, who's coming, I'm waiting
Salvador Dali hardly as amazing
Flow covers the truth, the show covers the booth
My religion's universal, heard a lot of blues.
Made a promise to my uncle, you gon get the car you wanted,
You should probably ghost write, you don't make that shit look haunted
Shout to moses for the vibe, alah for the verses,
A christian and a muslim make a motherfucker perfect.
Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody,
It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi.
And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up,
Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up.
And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit,
Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it.
Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake,
What you'd call that? Earthquake.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think
But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year.
Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year.
Credits
Writer(s): Alex C. Mendoza, Aziz Bouraima
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