"Dead Roses" lyrics
(feat. Jr007)
Ay I'm a fast car hitman
In the field workin' with my corners I'm a blitz man
Say she like to travel told her we can take a trip then
Pretty bitch short and she thicker than some quick sand, she look just like a vixen
Oh ooh oh
We be trappin' on this stove all night
Grab ya Glock 30 clip we can throw all night
If I feed the bitch some Hennessy she goin' all night
Say she wanna try some ecstasy I told her alright
And mama don't you worry I'm gon get us so straight
Told her close your eyes when you open up you'll be paid
Takin' drugs for my scars purple in my lemonade
Empty out my cup to better days
They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch
Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus
Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up
We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none
I'm a need my money fast
I remember how you switch up when I shared my last
I don't like that type of energy
I do the dash on em
They gon turn into an enemy ya karma comin' from it
Sippin' from the bottle I think I could almost see the bottom
I could drown out all these problems but I know that ain't gon solve it
Block ya number you a bother
I ain't interested in talkin'
If you do too much I got somethin' to really make you stop it
Shout out back home couple homies with me always kept it solid
Nothin' change between us I'm a give you somethin' out my pocket
Only fuckin' with a few don't hit me up unless you coppin'
And my people kickin' doors no you don't want it bitch I promise
They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch
Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus
Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up
We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none
In the field workin' with my corners I'm a blitz man
Say she like to travel told her we can take a trip then
Pretty bitch short and she thicker than some quick sand, she look just like a vixen
Oh ooh oh
We be trappin' on this stove all night
Grab ya Glock 30 clip we can throw all night
If I feed the bitch some Hennessy she goin' all night
Say she wanna try some ecstasy I told her alright
And mama don't you worry I'm gon get us so straight
Told her close your eyes when you open up you'll be paid
Takin' drugs for my scars purple in my lemonade
Empty out my cup to better days
They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch
Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus
Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up
We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none
I'm a need my money fast
I remember how you switch up when I shared my last
I don't like that type of energy
I do the dash on em
They gon turn into an enemy ya karma comin' from it
Sippin' from the bottle I think I could almost see the bottom
I could drown out all these problems but I know that ain't gon solve it
Block ya number you a bother
I ain't interested in talkin'
If you do too much I got somethin' to really make you stop it
Shout out back home couple homies with me always kept it solid
Nothin' change between us I'm a give you somethin' out my pocket
Only fuckin' with a few don't hit me up unless you coppin'
And my people kickin' doors no you don't want it bitch I promise
They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch
Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus
Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up
We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none
Writer(s): Alexandra Dawn Fastuca, Andres Farias, Manuel Bahamon
