Lyrics Ruth Chris - Plies

Ruth Chris

Yah let me get, uhh, that stuffed chicken, bih
Let me get, uhh, them loaded, uhh, garlic mashed potato too, bih, extra butter,
bih
I just had a dime all in Ruth Chris
Feelin' on her ass all in Ruth Chris
Playin' in hair all in Ruth Chris
Might just gon' and fuck her right in Ruth Chris
I just had a dime all in Ruth Chris
Feelin' on her ass all in Ruth Chris
Playin' in hair all in Ruth Chris
Might just gon' and fuck her right in Ruth Chris
I just fucked a model bitch, right in her Giuseppe
Still got that loud pack on me, you can smell it
Used to make a killin' now I’m trappin' out the telly
She asked me how I want the pussy, I told her on her belly
I just read a text message, she ask me can she suck it
Please tell your shooters before you send 'em bitch, I’m buckin'
You can catch me sliding through The Lou just like a Nelly
The thirty and this Glock got me feelin' like Makaveli
Got me on my Memphis shit, naw bitch I’m heavy
Had to stop fucking with that little bitch she was petty
All this god damn money, just like perfect credit
Tell’em if step wrong I’m gon' knock out his Bugatti