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Roses
5
Hip-Hop
Roses was released on August 3, 2018 by Beach Boi Music / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Psyched Out
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Release DateAugust 3, 2018
LabelBeach Boi Music / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Armani DePaul
Armani DePaul
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Armani DePaul
Armani DePaul
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch!
Uh, yeah, yeah
Armani, yeah, yeah
Armani, this is Stewie, boy
Uh, pussy poppin' champagne
Shit, it's 'bout time, that **** been left doin' his thing
And she just wanna shake it for me, you feel this thing?
Shit, I should call your ex and thank him for everything
Imagine time, put you in place like you outta line
Place you in my presence, now you a star, you bound to shine
Let's run it up and keep on fuckin' 'til we outta time
God found me money in music, that's where I draw the line
Keep-keep-keep on workin', boo, they tryna be you
I'ma reward you when I see you, let you know I see you
I should punish her when I see her, she so bad, she evil
Keep that pussy bald like an eagle even 'til she feeble, yeah
Look, baby, I'm G, misses, we good, baby
She a lil' crazy, but treat her just like she lil', baby
Got my lil' baby the future just like a film, baby
No need to tell 'em we here, them bitches know already
Is that **** gone yet or is that **** gone? I been waitin'
And once it's mine, you can't give it up, that's a violation
Lil' mama slim, but see, she thick in all the right places
We lovin' ball like Sanaa Lathan
I love to ball, love to ball, and see my pockets throbbin'
I love to fuck, mami, that's my motherfuckin' problem
But see, she got me in the strangest hours
We in the Jeep in the backseat exchangin' powers
The game is ours, get the fuck up out
Our business, bitch, you suckin' hard
We gettin' goose and my shoes the color of a hawk
And when I fuck her, I might reach her heart, that fuckin' part
I get to bitin' on her neck, she like, "Don't fuckin' start"
Look, I hold the vision and I can't base it off your decisions
Solo with it, complete the mission, don't need no co-defendant
Green Card, Melrose, we don't know the limit
I got your bitch up out her body, she don't know her limit
I got your bitch up in this 'Rari, you wanna know what did it?
She say, "You lazy waitin' for it," me, I go and get it
We got some phones, got some loans, now we up some digits
Primaries authorized, credit score ridiculous
She the type to leave the DMs seen, really, no, really
Why? Man, she got what she need, lil' mama illy
Got me dressin' like Sincere on Belly
I'm eatin' good, baby, I'ma always have me a belly
She say she ready, but I know it's game
Still, her body lookin' so insane
I know her frame beat it numb like some Novocaine
I fucked her thorough, when I came, there was no complain
I make her put away the guns, get the roses, mane
Armani
So many things I'm goin' through
So much that I wanna do
It's startin' to become so clear to me
Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed
Written by: Armani DePaul
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