black roses - elvae lyrics
ain′t no need for begging you crying wasting tears;
the reaper hears you calling; its time to face your fears;
get real; this top tier; i’m dramatic
ready for all the static; it′s no shock
mental is a straight labyrinth; get lost
pop goes the weasel; the weasel gets pops;
steady at the top; if i tilt; theres no falling;
the glass is half shattered;
im breaking through this my calling; step on any head; i’m cut throat;
like a sovereign; ruling over n*ggas;
got a grip on the game; not letting go
it’s in my clutches; if i put these paws on you dogg;
i′m a leave ya head gushing;
should′ve known the reprocutuctions
i’m the don son;
if i make that call theres no discussion
just might steal your b*tch
flash the jewelry forget who you are
cant f*ck wit my cl!ck; they get busy
don′t care who you are;
life hands out its l!cks; these are trophies;
call em battle scars; riding on a p*ssy
or getting p*ssy i keep the ruga c*cked
the block is open; the hood is hot;
call that b*tch the candy shop;
we jacking purses; for credit cards;
spin the block; let hammers off;
tote the toolies; like master cards;
we slanging hard; when we slanging hard;
pop ya in ya dome; open ya top; like the staples’ garden
pull up to ya spot; no drive by; park right in ya yard;
hear that bih go pop; pop let it rain
when these bullets fall; who you gonna call;
we disconnect you; your a dropped call
the pistol gonna bang; it gets bl**dy
you cant wipe it off cant breath when it covers you;
blankets all you saw; i keep a saw;
wit a saw; to chop you up; or blast ya jaw;
the streets break the weak; careful who you slanging wit;
if i hear that youse a snitch;
then judas who you′ll be hanging wit
just might steal your b*tch
flash the jewelry forget who you are
cant f*ck wit my cl!ck they get busy don’t care who you are;
life hands out its l!cks; these are trophies;
call em battle scars; riding on a p*ssy; or getting p*ssy;
i keep the ruga c*cked
the block is open; the hood is hot;
call that b*tch the candy shop;
we jacking purses; for credit cards;
spin the block; let hammers off;
tote the toolies; like master cards;
we slanging hard; when we slanging hard;
pop ya in ya dome; open ya top;
like the staples′ garden
ain’t no need for begging; the reaper is still a coming;
so stop feel the metal its hot dat glock 40;
i let it off; pop pop huh; head shots only;
black rose’s to the wake;
sorry but not sorry
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