GUNS AND ROSES
Jazz Cartier
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Yeah Let's kill 'em Krinny Let's kill 'em Krinny Let's get it (L-let's go) X, all the money, yeah Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit) They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit) I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic) I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no) Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop, pop) They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit) I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic) I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no, no) I can't be touched, yeah Ring ring, I can't be touched Sipping lean off BBW's Might need me some repercussions Them niggas got too comfy Too many niggas be bluffing (bluff) Now they want to say we cousins (yeah) Count my green in bundles (yeah) Sipping on two White Russians (aye) Hugging the block, loving the life ('Cuzz') Money and drugs, she want a wonderful night (yeah) R-R-Ring ring, don't waste my time Ring ring, like all the time On God, finna lose my mind (oh yeah) Tell that bitch, "Don't waste my time" Said she born up in '96 and all she wanna do is 69 Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit) They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit) I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic) I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no) Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop, pop) They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit) I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic) I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no, no) Yeah, run it back when you see ('Cuzzi) Wifey bad and boujee, stacking paper up like loose leaf (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Run it back when you see (yeah) When the club refuse me, now they want to f*ck Jacuzzi Too much dank, I don't roll petty I don't roll petty, I keep all my hoes pretty, yeah (yeah yeah) Too much static, (Ooh) they don't want static (no) They don't want static, in my Saint Laurent jacket, yeah (yeah) Had to go, grew up dirty by the stove Now I line them up and knock 'em down like it be dominos (yeah, yeah) Domino (yeah, yeah) domino (yeah, yeah) It's the effect, money feel it in me gotta know Slim thick mixed with some Navajo (I do) She my type like a Java code (she is) 'Cuzzi I just want the guacamole (yeah) Common like the cold (yeah) Yeah Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit) They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit) I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic) I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no) Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop, pop) They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit) I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic) I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no, no) Jacuzzi
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