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deserve to die - rubi rose lyrics

[intro]
huh
yeah
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
this cheatin’ on his b*tch, he deserve to die (pah)
before you l!ck your lips and get between these thighs
you be actin’ like you tough, can’t look me in my eyes (in my eyes)
this n*gga tryna slit his wrists ’cause he can’t get with i (okay)
i just hopped out, two*door lambo (yeah) sh*t go suicide (yeah)
feel like the boogeyman, i pop out, all these b*tches hide
i just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
n*gga pillowtalkin’ ’bout his b*tch deserve to die

[verse 1]
trippin’ in this b*tch, think i forgot to tiе my shoes (okay)
you call that b*tch your bestie, in miami y’all ain’t cool (okay)
i hatе a b*tch who try to play with me to keep her dude (d*mn)
b*tch, play with me, i double it, and f*ck her daddy too (i did)
he love the way it grip, okay, this sh*t got attitude (i do)
come through, i’m tryna f*ck 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? b*tches soundin’ dizzy
if you can’t make ’em pay your bills, that p*ssy not hittin’
don’t pour your heart out to me, n*gga, i am not drinkin’
these n*ggas sound like broken glass, we is not linkin’
we ain’t cool, sis, ’cause you ugly and you rude, sis
pick and choose, b*tch, bein’ both, this ain’t the move, b*tch
you should move, b*tch, ‘fore i gotta get you moved, b*tch
don’t get loose, sis, i eat b*tches like you full, b*tch (yeah)
[chorus]
this cheatin’ on his b*tch, he deserve to die
before you l!ck 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 n*gga tryna slit his wrists ’cause he can’t get with i (okay)
i just hopped out, two*door lambo sh*t go suicide (yeah, yeah)
feel like the boogeyman, i pop out, all these b*tches hide (pop out)
i just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
n*gga pillowtalkin’ ’bout his b*tch deserve to die

[verse 2]
richer than this n*gga, he don’t f*ck with us, ha (f*ck with us)
them ain’t no ones he’s spendin’, them is [?] bucks (d*mn)
before i jump up in this convo, double dutch
make sure you got what i want, what you doin’ with that tongue, n*gga?
say he like the stripes upon this ass, he call me tiger
you know my type, you know i only f*ck with rich n*ggas
you aight, this n*gga better, he an inch bigger
p*ssy tight, it be on ice, like i’m a skate figure
i like certain n*ggas (yeah)
you a certified lover boy, some drake n*gga (drake n*gga)
i like n*ggas 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 b*tch, he deserve to die (he do)
before you l!ck 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 n*gga tryna slit his wrists ’cause he can’t get with i
i just hopped out, two*door lambo (yeah) sh*t go suicide (yeah)
feel like the boogeyman, i pop out (pop out), all these b*tches hide (yeah)
i just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
n*gga pillowtalkin’ ’bout his b*tch deserve to die

- rubi rose lyrics

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