XXL Freshman Freestyle: Rubi Rose lyrics

by

Rubi Rose


[Verse]
I'm like, stay the f*ck from 'round me
Booked, I'm too busy to be f*ckin' with that clownery
Body a work of art, they should put me in a gallery
Hundred on my wrist, I can pay these b*tches salary
Catch up, b*tch, catch up, look, Rubiana, that's a bad b*tch
Red bottoms and Givenchy, leopard cat print
In the Bentley doin' business while in traffic
Pay my driver six figures, so I can have no broke n*ggas, that's around me
b*tch, I've been a boss, yeah, the biggest boss, shout-out Ricky Ross
If these b*tches tryna talk to me, hit the intercom
pus*y warm and sweet, taste like Cinnabon
While these broke dirty hoes tryna talk, b*tch, you been a bum
From the dough like these b*tches know they should crown me
Yeah, I saw your chain from over here, that b*tch look cloudy
Every time I pull up to the club, they pay that bounty, count it, then we out it
Pull up to your city and bring out the hoes
Please keep yo' distance if n*ggas is broke
I'm in my own lane, these b*tches too slow
Slide-out in that 'Rari, I want all that smoke, Rubi
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