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letra de pogo - rubi rose

[verse 1: rubi rose]
big slide, ayy, yeah
big rubi, you already know what the f-ck goin’ on, stop playin’ with me

[verse 1: rubi rose]
don’t be comin’ at me crooked with that street talk
run up in your crib, put on that mask, let that piece talk
ayy, b-tches really choosin’ like a seesaw
f-cked on your homie now he wanna see can we talk?
ho n-gga, don’t you speak on my name
real b-tch, i was made for this game (i was made for this game)
caught a body, don’t you aim for my chain
or the rocks that i keep in my ring (or the rocks that i keep in my ring)
never hang around a so-so n-gga
rubi bouncin’ like a pogo, n-gga
i’m not your ho, though, n-gga
when you see me, i be solo, n-gga
all that cuffing is a no-no, n-gga
you was promo, n-gga

[chorus: rubi rose]
i be bouncing on that d-ck and that sh-t long
f-ck and i came to the same song
ayy, rubi gon’ flop, man, was they wrong
bad b-tch but my bread and my game strong
i be bouncing on that d-ck and that sh-t long
f-ck and i came to the same song
ayy, rubi gon’ flop, man, was they wrong
bad b-tch but my bread and my game strong
[verse 2: k camp]
you ain’t f-ckin’, we don’ trip, but i can trick it off
whipped cream conversations, let me l!ck it off
you say that birkin bag expensive, huh?
you hate n-ggas in they feelings, huh?
when you talkin’, yeah, they listen, huh?
you ain’t got no b-tches, huh?
you be thirsty in them mentions, huh?
you be beggin’ for attention, huh?
i spent a grip on my clothes (racks)
i need a b-tch that look like rubi rose
i throw them racks on my wrist and my toes (ooh)
i really does it, they see and say goals
i ain’t got time for a rat ho (rat)
that p-ssy trash, you ain’t gotta call me back, ho (h-llo)
i get it poppin’, i get rackies, i ain’t worried ’bout no thot (thot)
shawty just a freak (freak), shawty just a bop (bop)
diamonds like the ocean, i got water on these rocks (rocks)
that n-gga the opp, cuffin’ p-ssy like a cop, what’s happenin’?

[verse 3: rubi rose]
ayy, gettin’ all this money, i don’t be sh-t talkin’
f-cked on his face, then i told blood to kick rocks
ayy, raised in the a on the big blocks
iced out my wrist and that sh-t doesn’t tick-tock (sheesh)
ayy, watch me pull up in that benz
give a f-ck ’bout that sh-t that you in (in)
i’m a queen, i don’t need to pretend
ask your n-gga, he in my dms (he in my dms)
rubi rose gettin’ dough, ain’t no joke
i got b-tches who dance on the pole (they do)
and he like when i’m touchin’ the floor
lookin’ back while i drop it real slow
[chorus: rubi rose]
i be bouncing on that d-ck and that sh-t long
f-ck and i came to the same song
ayy, rubi gon’ flop, man, was they wrong
bad b-tch but my bread and my game strong
i be bouncing on that d-ck and that sh-t long
f-ck and i came to the same song
ayy, rubi gon’ flop, man, was they wrong
bad b-tch but my bread and my game strong

- rubi rose

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