Roses
I might pull up flexing on these n-s like aerobics
I might tell your girl you cute but balling
That **** gorgeous
Standing on the table, Rosé, Rosé, **** the waters
You know who the god is
You know who the
Roses
I walked in the corner with the body screaming dolo
Never sold a bag but look like Pablo in a photo
This gon’ make ’em feel the way like Tony killed Manolo
You already know though, you already know though