Nicki Minaj – Red Ruby Da Sleeze

Nicki Minaj – Red Ruby Da Sleeze

Red Ruby Da Sleeze MP3 DOWNLOAD

Nicki Minaj is one of the most successful female rappers of all time. With numerous hit songs and collaborations under her belt, she has become a household name in the music industry. One of her most notable songs is “Red Ruby Da Sleeze,” which was released on her 2009 mixtape “Beam Me Up Scotty” and was re mixed in 2023.

“Red Ruby Da Sleeze” is a classic Nicki Minaj track that showcases her unique style and lyrical prowess. The song is a braggadocious anthem that sees Nicki spitting bars about her success, her haters, and her undeniable talent. The beat is a bass-heavy, synth-driven banger that perfectly complements Nicki’s flow.

The lyrics of “Red Ruby Da Sleeze” are filled with clever wordplay and pop culture references. Nicki uses her signature “Barbie” persona to deliver lines like “Now every freakin’ magazine want to feature the Queen” and “I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy.” She also references popular TV shows like “The Price is Right” and “The Oprah Winfrey Show.”

Overall, “Red Ruby Da Sleeze” is a standout track in Nicki Minaj’s discography. It perfectly captures her brash, confident attitude and solidifies her place as one of the most talented rappers of her generation. Whether you’re a die-hard Nicki fan or a casual listener, “Red Ruby Da Sleeze” is a must-hear for any hip-hop fan.

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Red Ruby Da Sleeze Lyrics by Nicki Minaj

Queen

Only on them C’s if it’s breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo, uh-oh)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh)
I knew these bitches was slow, I ain’t know these bitches senile (Ooh)
Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, “Cease fire”
I’m the AB side
Seven-hundred on ’em horses when we fixin’ to leave (Uh-oh)
But I don’t fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it’s flips all in the whip
It’s 40s with 30 clips, FN’s with the switch
Guacamole with the taco, waitin’ on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe

Bad gyal don’t die-die-die (Brr)
Hundred rounds on dat, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like ya
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me

Miss me with that na-na-na, na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na, na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like “Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah”
He want the bad gyal sleeze like that
Well, I’ma tease like that
Ill na-na-na, na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na, na-na-na-na
We don’t be Karen like Donna-na, na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh)
Why I’m a freak like that?

Bad gyal don’t die-die-die
Hundred rounds on dat, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like ya
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me

When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Until I’m cookin’ in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don’t fill pot holes (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Dorito—bitches mad that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out da hoes that’s watchin’ me like Movados (Click, click, click)
All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes
Big truck but I’m alone like Post though (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Call Malone and tell him I’m goin’ postal (Brr)
These bitches rappin’ like my blooper roll (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Desert Eagle if your nigga actin’ super bold
(Got ’em, got ’em, got ’em) Got ’em like “Uh-oh”
Gun fingers like niggas doin’ the bogle
Ya fuckin’ bozo
That .40 cal a make ’em dance like a go-go
Super fakks, that’s word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
‘Cause bitches couldn’t walk in my Crocs, that’s word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Six-hundred horse, how you gon’ catch the boss?
Caught ’em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is I run businesses (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
If I ain’t employ you, then what ya business is?
I’ll have staff roll up, like what the business is? (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
“Oh, you don’t know that my niggas kill witnesses?”

Bad gyal don’t die-die-die
Hundred rounds on dat, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like ya
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah

If you want me to stay
I’ll never leave
If you want me to stay
We’ll always be
If you want me to stay
I’ll never leave
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay

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