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hood bitch aesthetic - rubi rose lyrics

[intro]
don’t f*ck with scrubs, i’m not a nurse (nurse)
glockiana in a purse (pew)
pull it out and let it (pew)
quick to pull the trigger first

[chorus]
okay, okay, rubi
n*ggas want my head (head), b*tches want me dead (d*mn)
ran up so much money, i feel like kodak when i spread it (glee)
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it
oh, i think they like me (yup), oh i— (yup)
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it
oh, i think they like me (yup) (ayy), oh i—
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it

[verse 1]
pretty face, slim waist, smart*ass mouth
hair long just like my money
f*ck with me? it could get ugly
i been that girl, i been that b*tch
rules, i always bent them sh*ts
came up on some millions, i got plenty cash
b*tches holding empty bags
i stay to myself, my anti*friendly ass
i don’t like attention, they think that i seek it, though
with or without makeup, i’m still decent, though (for sure)
money keep increasing, so
i don’t trip, i’d rather go to mykonos
never been no follower (never)
always been a trendsetter
f*ck the voice, b*tches know my pen’s better
she say she dislike me
i’m checkin’ sh*t like nike
i’m icy and i’m type heat
how could you not like me? for real
[chorus]
okay, okay, rubi
n*ggas want my head (head), b*tches want me dead (d*mn)
ran up so much money, i feel like kodak when i spread it (glee)
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it
oh, i think they like me (yup), oh i— (yup)
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it
oh, i think they like me (yup) (ayy), oh i—
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it

[verse 2]
i got these n*ggas on lock (crazy)
so i don’t put money on books (books)
b*tches be stealin’ my looks, y’all be servin’ (servin’)
he on my body like surgeons (surgeons)
i don’t f*ck with scrubs, i’m not a nurse (nurse)
glockiana in a purse (pew)
pull it out and let it (pew)
quick to pull the trigger first
he got a thing for me, i got a thing for him
he showin’ me off to his block (block)
f*ck with me, he gon’ spin (spin)
f*ck with me, he gon’ slide (slide)
f*ck with me, you might die (die)
down b*tch, that’s me (that’s me)
real b*tch, that’s me (that’s me)
we been up all night
countin’ this money, ain’t gettin’ no sleep (no sleep)
he don’t wanna leave me out (uh*uh)
’cause we both in too deep (too deep)
i done seen too much
so i don’t give two f*cks (two f*cks)
ain’t too many i trust (trust)
guess it’s them verse us
[chorus]
rubi
n*ggas want my head (head), b*tches want me dead (d*mn)
ran up so much money, i feel like kodak when i spread it (glee)
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it
oh, i think they like me (yup), oh i— (yup)
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it
oh, i think they like me (yup) (ayy), oh i—
hood b*tch my aesthetic, don’t like it? then express it

[outro]
glockiana in a purse
pull it out and let it ffft

- rubi rose lyrics

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