Testo The Truth - Rubi Rose
Testo della canzone The Truth (Rubi Rose), tratta dall'album For The Streets
Yeah, yeah
Uh, when I'm fucking you, look at my eyes and just tell me the truth
When I'm calling, you pick up your line, nigga, what is you doing?
You telling me you with your homies, but, what is you doing?
Had to put a nigga in check, he actin' stupid
Boy, don't you tell me them lies
Probably fucking that hoe on the side
I got eyes, if you were at my bitches to party, they tell me they see you outside
Thought a bum-bum bitch said something
When I'm ready I say when to leave, he throw me the keys and tell me to drivе
Checkmate through the hunnids I'm thumbin'
Hеr bitches is scared I'm coming
Show a lil' bitch how to get old, old money, yeah
I ran it up as a youngin', I cut him off, he trippin'
Fuck it, bidness is bidness
This nigga mad 'cause he spendin' his money on me, and I ain't let him hit it
He off the wall he pissed
They ask all the time, "How you got these niggas?"
I tell 'em, "It's all in the wrist"
Put this ass on him, make him drown one time 'til he can't resist
Stay ten toes, I'ma stand on my words and paint my picture
Let it get past 12 he out alone, that ain't my nigga (yeah)
Uh, when I'm fucking you, look at my eyes and just tell me the truth
When I'm calling, you pick up your line, nigga, what is you doing?
You telling me you with your homies, but, what is you doing?
Had to put a nigga in check, he actin' stupid
Boy, don't you tell me them lies
Probably fucking that hoe on the side
I got eyes if you were at my bitches to party, they tell me they see you outside
Thought a bum-bum bitch said something
When I'm ready I say when to leave, he throw me the keys and tell me to drivе
Uh, go ahead, put the nigga in a headache
Put the WAP on a nigga, he say he streaming, well, fuck it, let's make this a sex tape
You seem guzzled by the accent, fuck me good 'til my legs shake
I feel like Kelis, I brought all the boys to the yard and make that milkshake
Creampie's favorite, bomb ass dick, had to save it for later
I'm done with doing them favors
Pretty ass bitch can't get contagious
I'm in LA with the Lakers
Visit that nigga but I kept it in Vegas
We keep that shit on the hush
Shouldn't be doing this shit with a trust
Uh, when I'm fucking you, look at my eyes and just tell me the truth
When I'm calling, you pick up your line, nigga, what is you doing?
You telling me you with your homies, but, what is you doing?
Had to put a nigga in check, he actin' stupid
Boy, don't you tell me them lies
Probably fucking that hoe on the side
I got eyes if you were at my bitches to party, they tell me they see you outside
Thought a bum-bum bitch said something
When I'm ready I say when to leave, he throw me the keys and tell me to drivе
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Writer(s): Cydney Dade, Keith Lawson
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