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The Game

Rubi's Rose

 

Rubi's Rose

(album: DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind - 2022)


Ayy, oh-oh (Oh-oh)

Every since I was a Knickerbocker looking at bitches' bottoms
I was knowing that I would just get to rock 'em and stick 'em proper
When my pockets and styles got fat as a hippopotamus
I got with her, then I'ma get on top of her (Ooh)
Peeping her through my oculus, I could just put a cock in her
Stroking her like my nina when I be cocking her, lock and the load
Lay her on the ottoman until I could just have her legs grabbing my body like she an octopus
Then I'ma put 'em back in back of my hand and get to humping and pumping
Hit the button 'cause shorty think it's a pumpkin
Don't get to fronting, I love it when she sucking
Even better when I be topping that apple and when I go hit the onion
I cuff her, then I fuck her on the couch
Stand up, then I put it in her mouth
While she sucking, I be making sounds
Lay her down, then I eat her out, lah
Face all up in the pussy, I made it mushy
I'm working my tongue until it was gushy
Like singing a lullaby, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
When I'm making her feel so much pleasure, she gotta push me away from her
When I lay with her 'cause I don't play with her
I could teach you how to shoot, and my homie, he got flame
Give her one of us, it ain't never gon' be the same
Don't get it twisted with Twista or play no games with Game
We can

Won't stop, I'm right outside of you
I would die for you
This love is bulletproof
Don't stop, I'm waiting
They don't know about this love

Yo, that song he did over top of that old-school Missy record
Yo, that record is crazy

Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

From three A.M. foreplay
We tend to send, okay
Tempted to shave
Text your man, you gon' be late
'Cause when Kool-Aid
Turned back both ways
If I saw you out, I'm abandoned
I won't tie a knot against you
This is for me
Sleeping, at all, we sleep (Yeah)
I don't know what you came for, you can't come in for me
Stroke to you, won't see you
Girl, you know it's so special, it's a movie scene
When we leave

Can't lie, girl, you top five, and you not four, three or two
You the one
You the moon, you the sun
I'm the star, you the gun
I'm the air, you the lung
And you can't breathe without me, huh?
Your neck on freeze, you diamond up
Shining on me for reminders, you one of one
Locked up, Cartier
She got surprised and we hopped in the car with Ye
We in Paris on the runway
You gon' be walking down the aisle one day
Now we here, what a view
Twenty karats, what a few
Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where? Standing right next to you
She don't be tripping on bitches
I don't be tripping on niggas, we won
My ex called my phone, we on FaceTime, I looked right her in the face, said, "We done"
She told me, "You ain't never had a love like this before
You ain't never had a iced out wrist before"
She told me that she used to fuck with Chris before
I said, "I bet he never fucked you like this before" (Ah)
With the candles burning and the fireplace lit
If it ain't like this, it's a violation
Hit her violins when I'm sliding in
When I'm sliding out, she retiring
So it ain't no doubt, I was wearing that ass out
Ass like Rubi Rose, I had to cash out
She don't get it twice a week, she lash out
Came back with a Birkin like, "Fuck is you mad 'bout"
Stink

Ten deep, six feet, put yourself on Ring
"Goodnight" texts from your boyfriend
When it's shining, fuck you 'til you sleep
Late night, summer heat
Kissing, tugging, locking lips, can't see nothing (Ooh)
Focused on your [?]
Texting on the shadow of you
I feel fitness, stroking through the [?]
Ain't what they expect me to do, yeah

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh (Ooh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?