Vixen
de Rubi Rose
This nigga cheating on his bitch
He deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be acting like you tough
Can't look me in my eyes
This nigga tryna slit his wrist 'cause he can't get wit' I
I just hopped out two door Lambo, shit go suicide
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flip the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillow talking 'bout his bitch
Deserve to die
Trippin' in this bitch, think I forgot to tie my shoes
You call that bitch yo' bestie, hit Miami, y'all ain't cool
I hate a bitch who try to play wit' me to keep her dude
Bitch, play wit' me, I double it and fuck her daddy too
He love the way it grip, okay, this shit got attitude
Come through, I'm tryna fuck you even though I'm mad at you
I'm used to getting money, I done blew a bag or two
How you gon' get a grill before veneers?
You snaggletooth
Why would I go 50/50?
Bitches sounding dizzy
If you can't make him pay yo' bills, that pussy not hittin'
Don't pour yo' heart out to me, nigga, I am not drinkin'
These niggas sad, like broken clasps, we is not linkin'
We ain't cool, sis, 'cause you ugly and you rude, sis
Pick and choose, bitch, being both just ain't the move, bitch
You should move, bitch, 'fore I gotta get you moved, bitch
Don't get loose sis
I eat bitches and you food, bitch
This nigga cheating on his bitch
He deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be acting like you tough
Can't look me in my eyes
This nigga tryna slit his wrist 'cause he can't get wit' I
I just hopped out two door Lambo, shit go suicide
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flip the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillow talking 'bout his bitch
Deserve to die
Richer than this nigga, he don't fuck wit' us
Them ain't no ones he spending, them is Usher bucks
Before I jump up in this convo, Double Dutch
Make sure you got what I want
What you doing with that tongue, nigga?
Say he like the stripes up on this ass
He call me Tigger
You know my type, you know I only fuck with rich niggas
You alright, this nigga better, he a inch bigger
Pussy tight, it be on ice like I'm a skate figure
I like certain niggas
You a certified lover boy, some Drake nigga
I like niggas who don't like to hide that shank wit' him
Hit it out the park, a home run, run that base wit' em
Yeah, yeah
This nigga cheating on his bitch
He deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be acting like you tough
Can't look me in my eyes
This nigga tryna slit his wrist 'cause he can't get wit' I
I just hopped out two door Lambo, shit go suicide
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flip the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillow talking 'bout his bitch
Deserve to die
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