paroles de chanson Ruth Chris - Plies

Yah let me get on that stuffed chicken bitch
Let me get on that loaded mashed potato too, extra butter
I the Ruth Chris
My dick gonna fuck around in Ruth Chris
I just fucked a model bitch, right in her Giuseppe
Still got that, you can smell it
Used to make a killin′ now I'm trappin′ at the telly
She asked me how I want her puss, I told her on her belly
I just read a text message, because she suck it
Please tell your shooters before you send 'em bitch, I'm bucking
You can catch me sliding through the loo just like a Nelly
The thunder in my glock got me feelin′ Machiavelli
Got me on my memphis shit, naw bitch I′m heavy
Had to stop fucking with that little bitch she was petty
All these god damn want money, just like perfect credit
Tell I'm gonna knock out his Bugatti

Had to hide a crime on the Ruth Chris
Feelin′ all that ass all in the Ruth Chris