Rose Street Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
I don't sing no love songs, no
I never sang no love songs, no
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1]
Baby, how you got that little bitch gettin' you mad
Got some shit you gotta deal with, pimp in my past
Hate the bitch who hit the killswitch when it get bad
Figure skating, takin' field trips, flippin' them racks
On the back street ten times ten on the dash
All gas no brakes 'cause I'm livin' like that
Came up outta every case with my crippin' intact
She be lying to my face so I hit from the back
Let a real nigga know if you a house wife or a ho
Picked the blacker berry, I ain't dealing with this, no
We ain't gettin' married, girl, I'm gettin' to the dough
RPGO, yeah
[Chorus]
She said she in love, what's that?
Trust, what's that?
Us, what's that? Yeah
I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games
Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave
She said she in love, what's that?
Trust, what's that?
Us, what's that? Yeah
I'm married to the money, don't be playing games
Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave
[Verse 2]
Red Ferrari seats, all my homies bled out on these streets
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Make up on my sheets, make up sex stress, hope she leaves
Reaching for my keys, she like "Where you going? Stay with me"
Hate to see her beg, she don't want me dead
Posted on the block, when it's war, ain't no warning shots
Bullet hit his top, all his homies ran, his body dropped
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