Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses

I told my mama I'ma
Make it rich, yeah
I told my girl that I wasn't gon 'fake this
Shit, yea

I told em' bitches they should shake
They shit, yeah
I'm in the building getting faded shit, yeah

No I ain't faking, nah
Nah they just hatin', yea
Why? Cause I'm so great man (I'm so great)
Man this is great shit

Dad I can write now
I want that bitch, I want her right now
I want that bitch, I want her right now

I used to ball and now I fall down
I used to fall now I just fall down

Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses

(Yea, aye)

Swear the cars doin' donuts
In the Civic
God done wrote the bible I done killed that shit
My script is the full prescription
My bitch would love the full clip
Cold trippin shit I'm with the demons
My bitch fiend a bitch
My bitch fiend as shit
I been fiendin' for a Xanny bar
But I'm in Xanzabar so I pop a bar

I give my bitch pink fucking roses

Aye, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Aye, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses

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