ace og - red rose lyrics
[intro]
yeah
leeboy on the track
hmm+mm
[chorus]
all these b+tches be cheatin’ on me, i can’t trust these hoes (i can’t trust these hoes)
i saw a girl to instagram doing a nose full of coke (nose full of coke)
that sh+t had me fallen through, i thought that was a joke
and my cars be red like a f+ckin’ red rose (red rose)
all these b+tches be cheatin’ on me, i can’t trust these hoes (i can’t trust these)
i saw a girl to instagram doing a nose full of coke (nose full of cokе)
that sh+t had me fallen through, i thought that was a joke (yеah)
and my cars be red like a f+ckin’ red rose (yeah)
[verse 1]
i can’t stand these b+tches, they be lyin’ to me (these b+tches lie)
these b+tches can never be loyal, they tryna lie, i cannot buy it (nah)
i can tell it’s fake when a girl run up and she cryin’ to me
f+ck off ho’, i saw you suckin’ d+ck on snapchat, d+mn you tried it (yeah)
she got me boomin’, she got me bloomin’ like a rose (like a rose)
you got me triggered, i see all cons, never pros (never pros)
you are such a mess, everything never goes
you like to make me stressed, that just goes to show (goes to show)
i’m ’bout to roll up some dope, i’m ’bout to roll up some dope
hope i don’t overdose, all my diamonds so froze
ten thousand for a show, and you can’t come though (yeah)
my career is goin’ slow, will i blow up? who knows
[chorus]
all these b+tches be cheatin’ on me, i can’t trust these hoes (i can’t trust these hoes)
i saw a girl to instagram doing a nose full of coke (nose full of coke)
that sh+t had me fallen through, i thought that was a joke
and my cars be red like a f+ckin’ red rose (red rose)
all these b+tches be cheatin’ on me, i can’t trust these hoes (i can’t trust these)
i saw a girl to instagram doing a nose full of coke (nose full of coke)
that sh+t had me fallen through, i thought that was a joke (yeah)
and my cars be red like a f+ckin’ red rose (yeah)
[verse 2]
talk sh+t, get hit (bah), we move all them bricks
we gon’ pull up with the stick (brrr), talk sh+t, get hit
yeah my shooters real good (brrr), yeah my shooters never miss (brrr)
we on some juice and gin sh+t, man this dope got a kick (got a kick)
i will never sign with a label, i’m like f+ck a deal (f+ck a label)
all my wiggas tryna eat, i need some bread to buy some meals (need some bread)
man the struggle is real, you don’t know how i feel (you don’t know how i feel)
recordin’ in my bathroom closet, never gonna make a profit (no)
all these people wonderin’ if i am just a fake rapper
i tell these people to go check me out, they never listen
these people be thinkin’ i got ghostwriters, y’all be trippin’ (y’all be trippin’)
they don’t want me spittin’, they just want me in the kitchen
[chorus]
all these b+tches be cheatin’ on me, i can’t trust these hoes (i can’t trust these hoes)
i saw a girl to instagram doing a nose full of coke (nose full of coke)
that sh+t had me fallen through, i thought that was a joke
and my cars be red like a f+ckin’ red rose (red rose)
all these b+tches be cheatin’ on me, i can’t trust these hoes (i can’t trust these)
i saw a girl to instagram doing a nose full of coke (nose full of coke)
that sh+t had me fallen through, i thought that was a joke (yeah)
and my cars be red like a f+ckin’ red rose (yeah)
[outro]
(yeah)
leeboy on the track, yeah
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