The Game, Twista and Jeremih - Rubi's Rose

Ayy, oh

Ever since I was a nigga 'bout to look in the bitches' bottoms
I was knowing that I would just get to rock 'em and stick 'em proper
With the pockets, the style's got fat as a hippopotamus
I got with her, then I'ma get on top of her (ooh)
Peepin' up through my oculars, I could just put a cock in a stroke
And I'm like my nina when I be cockin' the lock and the load
Lay her on the Ottoman until I could just have her legs
Drop on my body like she a octopus
Then I'ma putting 'em back in my hand then get to humpin' and pumpin'
Hit the button 'cause shorty think it's a pumpkin
Don't get to frontin', I love it when she suckin'
Even better when I be toppin' that apple and when I go hit that onion
I cuff her then I fuck her on the couch
Stand up, then I put it in her mouth
While she suckin', I be makin' sounds
Lay her down then I eat her out, uh
Face all up in the pussy, I made it mushy
I'm working my tongue up 'til it was gushy
Like singing a la-la, ba-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
When I'm makin' 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 and they never gon' be the same
Don't get it twisted with Twista, don't play no games with Game
We can

Won't stop, right outside of you
I would die for you
This love, it's 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

Yeah, ooh-oh
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-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah, yeah

From 3AM 'til foreplay
The innocent, okay
Tempted to shave
Text her, "Man, you gon' be late"
'Cause we, Kool-Aid
Turn back both ways
If I throw you 'round, what you gon' do?
I climb on top and I'ma kiss you
This is for me
Sleep in it while we sleep (yeah)
I don't know what you think for if it ain't coming from me
Stroke 'til you won't see
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 diamonded up
Shinin', no need for reminders, you one of one
Locked up, Cartier
She got surprised when we hopped in the car with Ye
We in Paris on the runway
You gon' be walkin' down the aisle one day
Now we here, what a view
Twenty carats, what if you
Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where, standing right next to you
She don't be trippin' on bitches
I don't be trippin' on niggas, we won
My ex called my phone, we on FaceTime, I looked 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 fuck you like this before"
With the candles burnin' and the fireplace lit
If it ain't like this, it's a violation
Hit her violins when I'm slidin' in
When I'm slidin' out, she retirin'
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?"

Gettin' deep since we, let your cell phone ring
Gettin' a text, it's from your boyfriend
When it's shinin', fuck you 'til you sleep
Late night summer heat
Kissin', tuggin', lockin' lips, can't see nothing
Ooh, focused on your acceleration
Textin' on the shadow of you
I feel fitness, strokin' from the distanc
Tell me what they want me to do
Yeah

Written by:
Carl Terrell Mitchell, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Jeremy P. Felton

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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