Red Rose Panic - Fondue

Yo
This is a new one they say
This is a new vibe
Red Rose
Yeah yeah yeah

See me on my hobby
Do it oh so lively
Coming out the woodwork like a nigga on safari
But no i'm not on maury
But shawty please don't worry
Still sun these niggas like a, nigga on safari
Yeah okay alrighty, I guess you so almighty
Them pretty girls you tweet be the same right beside me
And oh you think you cold
Please nigga don't remind me
Still skinny dip in weather man motherfuck a climate like oh

Oh, yeah I'm so cold
Aye, this is stealth fondue, I guess it's round two

So what you think you killing when you say you killing it
Ay, what you think you feeling when you say you feeling it
Ay, put you in a building and fill it to the ceiling
With all your hopes and dreams til they pour out from the seams
See, now why I'm tryna force-feed you
Swagger on a platter and your final course too
I hope you eat your greens cause ain't none in your jeans
So you in and out of money like them ATM machines
Man, the flow switch god damn
Catch me on my genie like a nigga Kazaam
So when you rub on me, your life turn love-a-ly
You put me on your schedule for every other need
Chilling with my OG, lean mode
Triple white jag, ay that's clean mode
I got that stainless steel
I got that mass appeal
I got that I don't give a what it's fuck how you feel
How you feel

Written by:
Alan Manley Jr

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