Songs Lyrics: Nicki Minaj

Red Ruby Da Sleeze

Queen

Only on them C's if it's breeze

Red Ruby Da Sleeze, Chinese on my sleeve

These wannabe Chun-Li's, anyway, 你好 (你好)

Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Ooh)

I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (ooh)

Married a shooter 'case you niggas tried to breathe loud (brr-brr)

Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"

I'm the A, B side (ha)

700 on the horses, when we fixin' to leave

But I don't fuck with horses, since Christopher Reeves

(Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whips

It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch

Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo

Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta

Real one lick a shot-ta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like, ah

Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like, yeah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na

His ex hit him, he like "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah"

He want the bad gyal sleeze like that

Well, I'm a tease like that

Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na

He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na

We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na

I like it when he grab my cheeks like that

Why I'm a freak like that?

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta

Real one lick a shot-ta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like, ah

Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like, yeah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach

Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast

That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes

Dorito bitches, mad that they not chose

Shout out my vatos

Shout out to hoes that's watching me like Movados (click, click, click)

All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?

Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes

Big truck, but I'm alone like Post though

Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal (brr)

These bitches rapping like my blooper roll

Desert Eagle, if your nigga acting super bold

(Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) got 'em like, "Uh-oh"

Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle, you fucking bozo

That .40 cal'll make 'em dance like a go-go

Super facts, that's word to Super Cat

We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat

'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee

Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy

Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths

600 horse, how you gon' catch the boss?

Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce

Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth

See, the difference is I run businesses

If I ain't employ you, then what yo' business is?

I'll have staff roll up like, "What the business is?"

"Oh, you don know that my niggas kill witnesses?"

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta

Real one lick a shot-ta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah, ah, ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like, ah

Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like, yeah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

If you want me to stay, I'll never leave

If you want me to stay, we'll always be

If you want me to stay, love endlessly

If you want me to stay