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Yeah put some more in there
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Rrrr Rose
Line that boy up nigga put him on 3 way
Go get your facts right going off he say
12 get a chase if I'm out on the freeway
I grab my iron my brother say be safe
I drop a bag to find out where he stay
He stay he stay he stay
5k nigga on chrome I ain't worn yet
How that's your brother you ain't put him on yet
Uh uh
Niggas be talking to much on the internet
Won't drop a diss but them shots I'll send em back
Why you keep doing that bro I ain't feeling that
Shots in his trap and it fucked up the ceiling fan
Relentless young niggas we spin like a ceiling fan
Imagine that shit bruh I ain't no middle man
It's your girl but she texting me said you a minute man
Uh uh
Cartier shades with the suit ima business man
A nigga that's broke I'll admit he vicious man
Not there yet but I'm trying to be the richest man
A risk that I'm taking it won't be another chance
Watching my stories I see that you been a fan
Nigga I'm stressing I'm upping the milligrams
Nigga I'm stressing I'm upping the milligrams
20 to 60k that get your wrist hit
Grind so hard I make take a quick trip
Then back to grinding I might do a kick flip
Wont touch shit if I don't got a latex
Finger fucking the Nina we having some great sex
Pull up with fat shit you see on apex
I'm getting paid u waiting on paychecks
Ha paychecks loser loser
Don't got no bullets the fuck got to beat him up
Beat only 2 minutes damn I'm just heating up
Trap out the spot nigga that's till the lease is up
Rose where you at you got spots like a cheetah bruh
Nah I ain't done enough but bitch I seen enough
Don't care what I see him like 2k I'm greening up
Smack me in the face she say damn is you deep enough
Sold him a hammer he say why its this cheaper bruh
Guess what I did I up that price quick
Put that shit in the bag and I sold him a knight stick
He handed the money I gave him the bag quick
Eight hundred in 2 minutes boy that's a fast lick
Money is even man look what that cash did
Walk in the club and they saying my ad lib
Uh
Rr rose
Walk in the club and we all got our guns tucked
I got it on me I'm tight like a lug nut
I feel like Kenny I'm bringing my hood up
Feel like a car I can't leave my hood bruh
Feel like I'm lucci it's my time I stood up
They talk bout the bad bout won't mention the good huh
They don't feel I'm misunderstood son
Haha
They don't feel me I'm misunderstood son
Ahhhhh
Son
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Rrr Rose

Written by:
Calvin Sutton Jr

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