Roses - Lost Tapes 2022

Tell the Spanish lady at the club, "Don't sell me no roses"

I ain't got no hope in all this love shit

'Cause those'll be the roses that she laying on my grave

If this shit go like the last one, and I do it like my past ones

You know I got my boots stuck knee-deep in my ways, and who am I kidding?

Acting like I'm ready for commitment, or some such and one touch had me Ray J and one wishing and tongue kissing

My ex-bitch a homicidal, less than one victim

127 buttons in a brain, and one system

I hate stress, but I like peace, and fucking long time, and pussy juices on my white tee

I'm all for it, I give her that law and order like I'm Ice-T

Give her raw dick, that shit a movie, she like Spike Lee

I love women, but I tend to hate relationships with them

It's why I got my guard up, like I was training shit with them

No Usher, getting caught up in all that dating shit with 'em

That's why I’d Tony Tiger, get on all my flaky shit with 'em, yeah

Just think about it, it's hard when a bitch is sitting in 'em Cullinan stars not to love me

I pop bubbly and champagne in the Range, I turn a crew into a campaign, and plus, I do the damn thing

I'm hot topic in nail, hair, and salon

I think they rather hear the gossip like Beyoncé to Solange

But I like when hoes carry on, knowing damn well, if they see me in real life, they'll be on a plane with the carry on

In a Sunday split, banana with the cherry on

Me, I'm knowing they birds like I was Larry, I'm… telling these hoes not to give me no roses at the club

'Cause all the ones that I done chose are just a dub, it's Tory

Don't want it, don't need it, I know, I don't

She saw me, and she wants it, baby, she won't leave me alone

You and I, don't want roses, baby

I don't, I don't, I don't want roses