The Game ● Rubi's Rose

[Part I]

[Intro: Jeremih]
Ay, oh

[Verse 1: Twista]
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...⇣ More

[Part I]

[Intro: Jeremih]
Ay, oh

[Verse 1: Twista]
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 what other [?], I'mma get on top of her (Ooh)
Peepin' up through my oculars, I could just put a cock in a stroke
And I'm like [?] when I be cockin' the lock and the load
Lay her on the Ottoman until I could just have a [?]
Drop on my body like she a octopus
Let 'em in, 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, luh
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
Weepin'




[Chorus: ?]
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

[Interlude: ?]
Yo, that song he did over top of that old-school Missy record
Yo, that record is crazy

[Part II]

[Intro: Jeremih]
Yeah, uh
Uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
From 3, I'm foreplay
The innocent, okay
Tempted to shave
Text her, "Man, you gon' be late"
'Cause when [?]
Turn back both ways
If I saw you out in [?]
I won't tie a knot against you
This is for me
Sleeping, we fall asleep
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

[Verse 2: The Game]

Can't lie, girl, you top five, and you not 4, 3 or 2, you the one
You the moon, you the sun
I'm the star, you the gun
I'm the air, you the lung
Can't breathe without me, huh
Neck on freeze, you shinin' up
No need for reminders, you 1 of 1
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
20 karats, what a few
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"
[?]

[Verse 3: Jeremih]

And this is [?], brush yourself on [?]
You cannot get this 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, focus on your [?]
Textin' on the shadow of you
I feel fitness, strokin' from the [?]
Tell me what they want me to do
Yeah

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