i like - rubi rose lyrics
you wanna know what i like?
mm*hm, yes, tell us, absolutely
you’re sure you wanna know what i like?
absolutely, tell us, dear
(cállate, mike crook)
yeah, i like (godd*mnit, dupri), yeah
i like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (talkin’ nasty)
i like when he tell me: climb in the backseat (in the backseat)
i thug n*ggas with a long rap sheet (ayy, ayy)
i’m a hood b*tch, i like it nasty (i like it nasty)
he like when i hit his line talkin’ nasty (talkin’ nasty)
he like when i tell him: meet me in the backseat (in the backseat)
he like how i hold the strap without askin’ (ayy, ayy)
i’m a hood b*tch, i like it nasty (i like it nasty)
i don’t need a beat, b*tch, i’m on stage with the bands
in the club like ebony, i came here to dance
hair down to my ass, skin look like cinnamon
p*ssy have a rap n*gga singing like jagger did
bottle of henny, get a fifth or more
twerkin’ at the liquor store (ayy)
i don’t kick it out how some n*ggas kick a door
lookin’ like a l!ck but this p*ssy what he l!ckin’ on
rob a n*gga bricks (ayy) while he trappin’ on the minute phone
he know i just want the top like a toupee (like a toupee)
i know he’ll do whatever off the d’ussé (off the d’ussé)
young rubi ain’t the what the goal hoop say
bag say chanel, i don’t give a f*ck what you say (yeah, yeah)
i like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (talkin’ nasty)
i like when he tell me: climb in the backseat (in the backseat)
i thug n*ggas with a long rap sheet (ayy, ayy)
i’m a hood b*tch, i like it nasty (i like it nasty)
he like when i hit his line talkin’ nasty (talkin’ nasty)
he like when i tell him: meet me in the backseat (in the backseat)
he like how i hold the strap without askin’ (ayy, ayy)
i’m a hood b*tch, i like it nasty (i like it nasty)
bitin’ on your necklace, p*ssy leave him breathless (ooh)
don’t get no rest, it be hard when the s*x lift (yeah)
slide on me, you know i don’t do the textin’
type turn it on and f*ck through the netflix (ayy*ayy*ayy)
daddy always come through with the extras (with the extras)
he spend time, spend money, he invested
brand new dior, bustdown, look electric (ice)
when i suck it, use both hands, ambidextrous (ayy, ayy)
he know i just want the top like a toupee (like a toupee)
i know he’ll do whatever off the d’ussé (off the d’ussé)
young rubi ain’t the what the goal hoop say
bag say chanel, i don’t give a f*ck what you say (yeah, yeah)
i like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (talkin’ nasty)
i like when he tell me: climb in the backseat (in the backseat)
i thug n*ggas with a long rap sheet (ayy, ayy)
i’m a hood b*tch, i like it nasty (i like it nasty)
he like when i hit his line talkin’ nasty (talkin’ nasty)
he like when i tell him: meet me in the backseat (in the backseat)
he like how i hold the strap without askin’ (ayy, ayy)
i’m a hood b*tch, i like it nasty (i like it nasty)
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