Lyrics:
Huh-huh, huh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
I'd love all the girls, I love 'em love 'em baby!
Black diamonds and pearls, ooh yeah yeah
If I ruled the world
People
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...
She demanded the Heavens and forever
And also
Good choice by not making B Rose your rap name
Your real name is better
You’ll be glad you did that
Word to B Rose
Just a name for me bro
No link
she
First she let the black pass by
And then she let the brown
But she ran to the milk-white steed
And pulled the rider down
At first he changed all
My pretty little africa prize
Black black rose in my garden bed
Where d'you come from?
I don't have got them
My heart is beating go boom boom boom
My
As he held to the wheel
Was he given a package
By a man on the train?
We found his car by the roadside
Later that day
Mirrored sunglasses
Roses and wine
thunders on by
I fell right in love with you
As the blood came blowing through
I fell right in love with you
Across the room
I saw your eyes
Black
Purple gas black smoke
Burning thru the rose
White bitch pink lips
Coming out her clothes
I don't know how i got here
Shit i dont even know
Shit i
the true heart of life
There too seeps corruption
And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black Henbane, sphinxes,
Opium and roses weaned on tears
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
soul, it rose
Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night
That's when I also take flight
I turn into a great falcon
With mighty wings, when
back a man
Tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton
Let 'em know you was just like them
But you still rose from that dark place
Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time
Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time
at the door is looking by my side
I can see a black rose I don't need no light
lying on a bed my body's kinda petrified
cnd it always is getting closer when I
Thinking bout all this shit that I do for you
Gotta be your one
Can't be your number two
Roses they stay red and dead prezzies blue
Yeah dead
back
Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (oh yeah)
Come on,
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Sigh, Sigh
Sigh by side
Oversight
Down where your eyes
Were so close, died
Black the time
As it was the Rose
All the time
Walking so fast
Proud to be
I took my time, I fought my brain
Worked hard and cried, still felt some pain
Devil said hi, God called my name
To hell and back, he rose again
She
on my main bitch?
Imma pull up imma leave they ass hit
Yeah peeling like a rose
Getting so rich counting dough with my bros
Pulling up all black, like
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