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Chris Brown - Roses (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Ishmael Sadiq Montague
Ishmael Sadiq Montague
Songwriter
Floyd A1 Bentley
Floyd A1 Bentley
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
Melvin Moore
Melvin Moore
Songwriter
Lyrica Anderson
Lyrica Anderson
Songwriter
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Floyd A1 Bentley
Floyd A1 Bentley
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Recording Engineer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Assistant Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ivan Jimenez
Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Engineer
Ism
Ism
Producer

Lyrics

Man, I gave you the world Now look what gotta do, huh Wish you would understand Fuck it, you I've got things I wanna do to you (I wanna do to you) When we leave together, yeah (yeah) Know that patience ain't my strongest virtue Because nothing lasts forever, huh, no (work) Keep it on the low (low) 'cause I'ma throw a party at the A party at, a party at, a party at the dance I bring the noise, I'm tryna go 'til you can't feel your toes (feel your toes) Make that poonpoon up a dog bring it back to life And she said she like roses (You're too special) You deserve, you deserve roses and you know this You deserve roses, girl, I made some mistakes, time to change But you wanna hold, hold this shit over my head, yeah Pussy got me like, yeah, yeah Gotta scream it like (yeah, huh) Everything off but the head I bet 100 mil', I ain't never had no pussy like this (like this, like this) Ooh, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah You a rider bitch so ride with me (ride with me) You deserve to get a brand new coupe, yeah (coupe) You deserve to get them brand new shoes, yeah, yeah (shoes) You deserve for me to tell you the truth, yeah Now you touching me one, two, three, tryna come through (booty call) And that I can't be what you want to (knock it off) Know it like it ain't yours and It's just that right now, my heart's broken, like yeah (I'm broken) This is a token of my 'preciation, baby (You're too special) You deserve roses, oh and you know it (You're too special) You deserve roses, girl, I tried, baby, I tried (You're too special) But you wanna hold this shit over my head Pussy too good, got a nigga like, huh (yeah, yeah) Yeah, huh, yeah (yeah, yeah), that pussy make a nigga wiser Top it up when I pipe her, huh (ooh), goddamn, I'm inside her Ooh, swear to God that I love her, put my hand on the Bible Roses are red, violets are blue Lay in my bed, check out the view Oh girl, what I do I promise never to lie to you, yeah I'ma give you everything Bank codes and the digits Spending bankrolls on my bitches All these sights on this it's Christmas Yeah, yeah, gotta scream it like (yeah, huh) Everything off but the head I bet 100 mil', I ain't never had no pussy like this (like this, like this) Ooh, oh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Gotta scream it like (yeah, huh) Everything off but the head I bet 100 mil', I ain't never had no pussy like this (like this, like this) Ooh, oh, ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Melvin Moore, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Ishmael Sadiq Montague, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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