Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
I told my mama I'ma
Make it rich, yeah
I told my girl that I wasn't gon 'fake this
sh**, yea
I told em' b**hes they should shake
They sh**, yeah
I'm in the building getting faded sh**, yeah
No I ain't faking, nah
Nah they just hatin', yea
Why? Cause I'm so great man (I'm so great)
Man this is great sh**
Dad I can write now
I want that b**h, I want her right now
I want that b**h, I want her right now
I used to ball and now I fall down
I used to fall now I just fall down
Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Aye, yea, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yea, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
(Yea, aye)
Swear the cars doin' donuts
In the Civic
God done wrote the bible I done k**ed that sh**
My script is the full prescription
My b**h would love the full clip
Cold trippin sh** i'm with the demons
My b**h fiend a b**h
My b**h fiend as sh**
I been fiendin' for a Xanny bar
But I'm in Xanzabar so I pop a bar
I give my b**h pink f**ing roses
Aye, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Aye, yeah, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses
Yeah, aye, Pink Roses, Pink Roses