Rubi Rose – Cherry Lyrics

Cherry Lyrics

I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no groceries, it’s green up in my bag (My bag)
And you see that n** close to me, that gun be by his flag
I got n*** that was over me that’s tryna double back (I’m straight)
Hoe, be careful how you talk to me, ’cause you can’t take it back
Can’t take it back

N** gon’ pop your gun, then come home, come pop this cherry (Pop it)
Pussy gon’ take ’em to church, keepin’ it tight like Virgin Mary (Damn)
Tell ’em I’m ready to marry (Marry)
How you gonna take control, bitch? I’m even the boss of my daddy
I don’t know how you broke, I would be shakin’ my shit in Miami

Never get one night standed (Never)
Thirsty, want some water, tell ’em come eat my panties
Fly across the border with this n**, think he Spanish
Lyin’ through his teeth, guarantee he pay his dentist (Glee)
Hurt a n** feelings, jumpin’ off that curb with this new n** that’s winnin’
My side boo still spinnin’, my bitches like, “You did it!” Yeah
I’m like, “I did,” and I think they friends, call each other twin

N** gon’ pop your gun, then come home, come pop this cherry (Pop it)
Pussy gon’ take ’em to church, keepin’ it tight like Virgin Mary (Damn)
Tell ’em I’m ready to marry (Marry)
How you gonna take control, bitch? I’m even the boss of my daddy
I don’t know how you broke, I would be shakin’ my shit in Miami

N** gon’ pop your gun, then come home, come pop this cherry (Pop it)
Pussy gon’ take ’em to church, keepin’ it tight like Virgin Mary (Damn)
Tell ’em I’m ready to marry (Marry)
How you gonna take control, bitch? I’m even the boss of my daddy
I don’t know how you broke, I would be shakin’ my shit in Miami

He gon do whatever’s necessary
Just come home and pop this cherry for me
Said he love me, I’m like, “Do you really?”
Lay me on my back and put that shit up in my belly

N** gon’ pop your gun, then come home, come pop this cherry (Pop it)
Pussy gon’ take ’em to church, keepin’ it tight like Virgin Mary (Damn)
Tell ’em I’m ready to marry (Marry)
How you gonna take control, bitch? I’m even the boss of my daddy
I don’t know how you broke, I would be shakin’ my shit in Miami

N** gon’ pop your gun, then come home, come pop this cherry (Pop it)
Pussy gon’ take ’em to church, keepin’ it tight like Virgin Mary (Damn)
Tell ’em I’m ready to marry (Marry)
How you gonna take control, bitch? I’m even the boss of my daddy
I don’t know how you broke, I would be shakin’ my shit in Miami