Rubi Rose – I Like Lyrics
I Like Lyrics, lETRA:
Intro
You wanna know what I like?
Mm-hm, yes, tell us, absolutely
You’re sure you wanna know what I like?
Absolutely, tell us, dear
(Cállate, Mike Crook)
Yeah, I like (Goddamnit, Dupri), yeah
Chorus
I like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
I like when he tell me, “Climb in the backseat” (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
He like when I tell him, “Meet me in the backseat” (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
Verse 1
I don’t need a beat, bitch, I’m on stage with the bands
In the club like ebony, I came here to dance
Hair down to my ass, skin look like cinnamon
Pussy have a rap nigga singing like Jagger did
Bottle of Henny, get a fifth or more
Twerkin’ at the liquor store (Ayy)
I don’t kick it out how some niggas kick a door
Lookin’ like a lick but this pussy what he lickin’ on
Rob a nigga bricks (Ayy) while he trappin’ on the minute phone
Pre-Chorus
He know I just want the top like a toupee (Like a toupee)
I know he’ll do whatever off the D’USSÉ (Off the D’USSÉ)
Young Rubi ain’t the what the goal hoop say
Bag say “Chanel,” I don’t give a fuck what you say (Yeah, yeah)
Chorus
I like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
I like when he tell me, “Climb in the backseat” (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
He like when I tell him, “Meet me in the backseat” (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
Verse 2
Bitin’ on your necklace, pussy leave him breathless (Ooh)
Don’t get no rest, it be hard when the sex lift (Yeah)
Slide on me, you know I don’t do the textin’
Type turn it on and fuck through the Netflix (Ayy-ayy-ayy)
Daddy always come through with the extras (With the extras)
He spend time, spend money, he invested
Brand new Dior, bustdown, look electric (Ice)
When I suck it, use both hands, ambidextrous (Ayy, ayy)
Pre-Chorus
He know I just want the top like a toupee (Like a toupee)
I know he’ll do whatever off the D’USSÉ (Off the D’USSÉ)
Young Rubi ain’t the what the goal hoop say
Bag say “Chanel,” I don’t give a fuck what you say (Yeah, yeah)
Chorus
I like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
I like when he tell me, “Climb in the backseat” (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
He like when I tell him, “Meet me in the backseat” (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)