Bizzy Banks - Red Ruby Da Sleeze
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{intro}
Grahh, get money, bizzy, haha
{verse 1}
Look, i said let’s get straight to it
I done fuck them bitches friends and had them hoes going through it
Put my heart inside a box can't have a bitch make me look stupid (at all)
If a bitch wanna be petty, i’m like ok then let’s do it (let's start it up then)
I think i’m just misunderstood like
Can’t a bitch talk shit about me,i get money, i fuck good, (what else)
And i put on for the hood, (what else) wear my jewelry around killers nigga
I don't think you could, give you a gun and tell you shoot it nigga
I don't think you would, for real what the fuck is up?
Why these niggas out here talkin’ like they really touching us
Trappin in the winter just so i can fuck the summer up
Putting weight to get this money up, my bitch in the dr
I’m bout to pay to get her tummy tucked, niggas get to scrambling
We sliding when the sun is up, for the cheese we do him greazy
Niggas know my body bitch, i'm heavy on the sleezy
I do it for the trenches cuz i know them niggas need me
Trappin is a habit nigga that was my first strategy
I’m outside getting money i don't know why this bitch mad at me
All i think about is money, all she think about is bitches
All she think about is hoes, all i think about is chicken
She must want me broken in her face cuz i do not get it
Imma put the money first, then i put the bitch second
She all on my phone like who dis i'm like keep guessing
And they know my body bitch i’m outside with a big weapon
Yeah you know i’m dior steppin or i got the forces on
Pull up in polo draws you know i keep the horses on
Pop out in a all red fit look like the sauce was lost
Pop out with a bitch that these niggas never saw before
I done spent 5k on a fit i never wore before
I don't cry over spilled milk, nigga i lost before
Now a nigga winning now, you know i be grinning now
I was just in orange jumpers skippin' niggas for the chow
Why you niggas playing ‘round if you tough nigga say it loud
I ain’t gotta make a sound, i feel a way i’m spraying rounds
Act like you legally blind, p.o.p, hold it down
Used to open up for niggas, now i'm doing rolling loud
Bitch i feel litter than ever, but i’m still working
Shorty thought she had a come-up, sike that bitch still twerking
How she tryna finesse me, i finesse bitches
Shorty tryna stress me, i used to stress bitches
Why she tryna play with my body like i ain’t g man
Fucked a lotta niggas bitches but i keep it p man
Shorty light skin, brown skin, butter pecan
Kissing on her body, i just fuck her on the weekend
She twist up her fingers when she with me i’m the sleeze, man
(i was bout to go crazy)
{intro}
Grahh, get money, bizzy, haha
{verse 1}
Look, i said let’s get straight to it
I done fuck them bitches friends and had them hoes going through it
Put my heart inside a box can't have a bitch make me look stupid (at all)
If a bitch wanna be petty, i’m like ok then let’s do it (let's start it up then)
I think i’m just misunderstood like
Can’t a bitch talk shit about me,i get money, i fuck good, (what else)
And i put on for the hood, (what else) wear my jewelry around killers nigga
I don't think you could, give you a gun and tell you shoot it nigga
I don't think you would, for real what the fuck is up?
Why these niggas out here talkin’ like they really touching us
Trappin in the winter just so i can fuck the summer up
Putting weight to get this money up, my bitch in the dr
I’m bout to pay to get her tummy tucked, niggas get to scrambling
We sliding when the sun is up, for the cheese we do him greazy
Niggas know my body bitch, i'm heavy on the sleezy
I do it for the trenches cuz i know them niggas need me
Trappin is a habit nigga that was my first strategy
I’m outside getting money i don't know why this bitch mad at me
All i think about is money, all she think about is bitches
All she think about is hoes, all i think about is chicken
She must want me broken in her face cuz i do not get it
Imma put the money first, then i put the bitch second
She all on my phone like who dis i'm like keep guessing
And they know my body bitch i’m outside with a big weapon
Yeah you know i’m dior steppin or i got the forces on
Pull up in polo draws you know i keep the horses on
Pop out in a all red fit look like the sauce was lost
Pop out with a bitch that these niggas never saw before
I done spent 5k on a fit i never wore before
I don't cry over spilled milk, nigga i lost before
Now a nigga winning now, you know i be grinning now
I was just in orange jumpers skippin' niggas for the chow
Why you niggas playing ‘round if you tough nigga say it loud
I ain’t gotta make a sound, i feel a way i’m spraying rounds
Act like you legally blind, p.o.p, hold it down
Used to open up for niggas, now i'm doing rolling loud
Bitch i feel litter than ever, but i’m still working
Shorty thought she had a come-up, sike that bitch still twerking
How she tryna finesse me, i finesse bitches
Shorty tryna stress me, i used to stress bitches
Why she tryna play with my body like i ain’t g man
Fucked a lotta niggas bitches but i keep it p man
Shorty light skin, brown skin, butter pecan
Kissing on her body, i just fuck her on the weekend
She twist up her fingers when she with me i’m the sleeze, man
(i was bout to go crazy)
