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dave east - rose lyrics

(verse)
i come from the city where that money make them b-tches watch
i take my bread to fly and see them wings you at the chicken spot
lame -ss n-gg-rs get me high this glock i got a fifty shot
fifty clips so i advise you stop with all that silly sh-t
my baby got a membership club with all exotic women
pradas with the linning got these model b-tches grinning
bcbg,louie vuitton,told my ex i’m moving on
bad boy like i move with shawn far from cheap i keep them dollars spending
i don’t know where you came from but all my n-gg-rs do one thing
load it up, let it off she polish me ’til my gun clean
hit south beach with no sunscreen my dutch brown but i puff green
hands on like a touch screen ,she let me rip but don’t trust me
i know why i’m a wild cat but ain’t never played with kentucky
remember days then when touch means i’m getting paid they wanna f-ck me
black shades with a rug beat, can’t buy those these custom made
why low but the bucket gray shorty f-ck with east she in love with dave

(hook)
i ain’t tryna leave you and i don’t wanna lose you
when i be on the row with them hoes i would choose you
i don’t understand but they love me more than usual
i’m sticking to my plan a hundred grams and a new coupe
tryin to get this cake back, i don’t wanna waste time
money i’ma make that, heard it through the great vine
alot of n-gg-rs hate that, killer man i ain’t signed
bottles of rozay crack i’m tryin’ to have a great time

(verse)
overdose all my s-x she overdose
shake it when i stroke it slow we higher than the pocket notes
mountain top ,time to place that p-ssy in a box and run
box and match,may weather i beat it up no doubt in that
her n-gg-r he just can’t compare i don’t even make it fair
feeling great her face up in that pillow case her make up there
we be going round for round p-ss our same spot we wake up there
we f-ck on all the furniture won’t stop until we break a chair
rip the couch i ain’t in the cuddling or kissing mouth
twist ’em out i just let ’em smoke and keep ’em liquored out
buying out the bar og kush flying off the car
she know she riding with the star fd or flying with my car
i get them bad b-tches up out in the club
i’m smoking knocking a week in
’bout to dive in that deep in i wanna f-ck and just be friends
wake me up when i’m sleeping she so soft when she touch me
i’m going sun she on one i told you b-tch don’t love me

(outro)
started off in the hoopdy then i said i want the truck
late night got a text shorty said she wanna f-ck
need some love voice sound and say it like she need a hug
everytime she tell me slow it down i get this beating up

- dave east lyrics

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