I saw your face Oh Lucy, God have mercy I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that I think of all the little things that I never told you I think I may get
when I saw your face Oh Lucy, God have mercy I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that I think of all the little things that I never told you I think I may
a dozen I'm sorry's in your hand Victim of your podent charms I took you back with open arms But along with the roses came the thorns And that's why red roses
[Verse 1:] On my roof Dark and I'm burning a rose I don't need proof I'm torn apart and you know What you did to me was a crime Cold Case Love And I let
a rose So how come when I reach out my fingers It feels like more than distance between us [Chorus] In this california king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I
the bag in a recession, I am that rich I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars I ain't what's poppin bitch I'm what's popular If I'm the one to go
now what I look like, son I'm from brooklyn, What it look like, I get it cause I got it, I got it so I get it I gave shawty some until she said oh I get
life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that How you living, what? How you living, what? How you living, oh I be living fabulous
Mouth Like Andrew Dice Clay I Pop Collars On Niggas, I Drop Dollars On Niggas I Jell O's Together I Bill Cosby On Niggas Got You Lost In The Smoke I Micheal
know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince And throw rose petals when I walk They love how I came back hard like good blow And I'm still a heart
a size 56 Phillies In Jersey I got the Nets on That you can bet on In D.C. I couldnt pull it Without the Bullets When I stop in Atlanta I cant talk long
Kanye West:] Yeah aiyo Fab I can tell they ain't used to this I can tell they ain't I can tell they ain't I can tell they ain't used to this I can tell
's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?)
man You aint gotta price scan, or ask how much Now what I look like Son im from brooklin, what it look like You get it cause I got it I got it so you
) Simple (I got it I got it) [Verse 3: Fabolous] Ain't much of a Rose Gold fan But I just came back from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan I keep you
your physical features And I can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa And I found me a keepa And I found me a winner. And I found me a queen. what
lemon... I got 'em all in it I like 'em all shades, all races, all figures Dig it... you know I got a plethora of women But I'm try'na find a sister
got me, they know me at the quarters, and I'm a know court with a flow like noet (? HUH) and I don't give em roses 'less it's Rose Moet, hold it, Wale