Rubi Rose - Deserve To Die Lyrics

Huh
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

This nigga cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die (bah)
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (okay)
I just hopped out, two-door Lambo' (yeah) shit go suicide (yeah)
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die

Trippin' in this bitch, think I forgot to tie my shoes (okay)
You call that bitch your bestie, in Miami y'all ain't cool (okay)
I hate a bitch who try to play with me to keep her dude (damn)
Bitch, play with me, I double it, and f*ck her daddy too (I did)
He love the way it grip, okay, this shit got attitude (I do)
Come through, I'm tryna f*ck you even though I'm mad at you
I'm used to gettin' money, I done blew a bag or two (two)
How you go and get a grill before veneers? You snaggletooth
Why would I go fifty-fifty? Bitches soundin' dizzy
If you can't make 'em pay your bills, that pussy not hittin'
Don't pour your heart out to me, nigga, I am not drinkin'
These niggas sad like broken glass, we is not linkin'
We ain't cool, sis, 'cause you ugly and you rude, sis
Pick and choose, bitch, bein' both, this 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 (yeah)

This nigga cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (okay)
I just hopped out, two-door Lambo' (yeah) shit go suicide (yeah)
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die

Richer than this nigga, he don't f*ck with us, ha (f*ck with us)
Them ain't no ones he's spendin', them is Usher Bucks (damn)
Before I jump up in this convo, Double-Dutch
Make sure you got what I want, what you doin' with that tongue, nigga?
Say he like the stripes up on this ass, he call me tiger
You know my type, you know I only f*ck with rich niggas
You aight, this nigga better, he an inch bigger
Pussy tight, it be on ice, like I'm a skate figure
I like certain niggas (yeah)
You a Certified Lover Boy, some Drake nigga (Drake nigga)
I like niggas who don't like to have that shank with 'em (grrah)
Hit it out the park, a home run (ayy, ayy) run that base with 'em (base with 'em)
Yeah, yeah

This nigga cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die (he do)
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (okay)
I just hopped out, two-door Lambo' (yeah) shit go suicide (yeah)
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die