Lyrics:
the concrete
That a rose had arose
Good girls stop being good
When I turn 'em into hoes
Dreams stop being dreams when I
Turn 'em into goals
Hallelujah gotta
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit,
Money is my b****
Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a n**** rich
Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me p**** whipped
My
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
third degree
(Get the knowledge?) Suspicious niggas up in
There don clicked brick
I think he used to cop that Chronic
By the way I think don bone killed
nose Cause I use her spot for da hoes
Cause I ain't got no where to go my girl always home
I be fuckin these bitches and make my bitch use da rose
I'm
myself
N fucc her till her head spin
Born sinner Gods Only til I’m heaven sent
Solid nigga I uh never switch
Aye
She love how I Northtown
Hit the window
of the people In love in the world will end in some time
So if its me against you guess what,, fuck you boy it ain't go'n be mine
You know im in it to win it
of money and my life then rose
(But) (add in) Unexpectedly I still felt broken and cold
It had been 4 years from that day that I chose
To take it day by day
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
and then give her hug
Give me ass, baby, give me love
Give me nada that's coo asf
Someone said that with you it's luck
All I know imma
I'm a fool baby
way
wid di gang den you nah get nutt'n (London)
Ratty and Barbie call me fi di threesome (hello?)
Her pussy wet, me just gi' her di sweet toungue
Fuck
up, I'm bout to load the f*** up
And if I hear another n**** in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio with wimp
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
boy that sh*t was covered by a cloud.
I got used to the gun sounds , seen my best friends guts on the ground.
For days it was left on the pavement
Every rose has its thorn ,
Who would picture one day that blood would be drawn ( yeah yeah)
Black roses pedals on the floor ,
They used to be red but
online but they won't see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates, in the California state
I got her waitin' at my place, I got no baby on the way
I'm talkin'
and I feel that
'cause God when you really need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of n****z got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like
(That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Oh (oh), what you gonna tell her after she discovers (yeah, yeah, let's go)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's
(That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Oh (oh), what you gonna tell her after she discovers (yeah, yeah, let's go)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's
I'm familiar with pain
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
Do this thing by yourself, nothin' is ever obtained
Introverted but I'm
a wife
And that's something she ain't heard before
Fascinated by his charm
And all of his physical allure
Deep inside her heart
She felt like he's
A silhouette of you
Was the best I could do
Because the memories faded
The thought of you is vacant
Roses grow
In places we used to go
Flowers sit in
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