Lyrics Rose For Your Birthday - Luvariez
Woah
Got
you
a
rose
for
your
birthday,
shoulda
got
your
ass
a
bouquet
You
went
behind
my
back
and
then
you
stabbed
me,
bitch,
you
two-faced
I
know
that
ass
ain't
real,
I
could
tell
that
shit
was
too
fake
You
really
think
you
foolin'
me
but
bitch
you
cannot
fool
me
Rose
for
your
birthday,
shoulda
got
your
ass
a
bouquet
You
went
behind
my
back
and
then
you
stabbed
me,
bitch,
you
two-faced
I
know
that
ass
ain't
real,
I
could
tell
that
shit
was
too
fake
You
really
think
you
foolin'
me
but
bitch
you
cannot
fool
me,
uh
Lil'
bitch,
I
cannot
be
fooled
You
really
think
you
fucked
me
up
but
bitch,
I
fucked
you
too
Remember
that
day
that
we
was
naked
in
your
room?
I
was
fuckin'
your
lights
out,
ain't
have
nothin'
to
lose
I
gave
you
that
dope
dick,
I
told
you
that's
what
I
supply
I
was
hittin'
all
them
places,
hole-in-one,
bullseye
You
told
me
I'm
a
dog,
I'm
a
player,
till
I
die
And
I
told
you
I
don't
date,
I
just
think
you
ain't
my
type
Then
you
got
all
mad,
went
all
stormy,
you
was
pissed
off
You
really
can't
chew
all
of
that
shit
that
you
bit
off
I
got
a
big
heart
I
just
really
cannot
trust
y'all
My
heart
done
been
broke,
big
pieces
like
it's
jigsaw
Got
you
a
rose
for
your
birthday,
shoulda
got
your
ass
a
bouquet
You
went
behind
my
back
and
then
you
stabbed
me,
bitch,
you
two-faced
I
know
that
ass
ain't
real,
I
could
tell
that
shit
was
too
fake
You
really
think
you
foolin'
me
but
bitch
you
cannot
fool
me
Rose
for
your
birthday,
shoulda
got
your
ass
a
bouquet
You
went
behind
my
back
and
then
you
stabbed
me,
bitch,
you
two-faced
I
know
that
ass
ain't
real,
I
could
tell
that
shit
was
too
fake
You
really
think
you
foolin'
me
but
bitch
you
cannot
fool
me,
uh
It
really
hurts
to
see
that
you
just
might
be
movin'
on
What
the
fuck
type
shit
is
that,
I
bought
that
purse
from
Milan
Gave
that
shit
to
you,
ain't
seen
that
ass
up
in
so
damn
long
The
way
it
busts
up
out
them
jeans,
it
really
might
be
long
gone
Long
gone
forever,
you
got
me
regrettin'
shit
I
tell
you
that
I
want
a
chance
you
say
you're
sick
of
it
You
think
that
I'm
jealous,
okay,
maybe
just
a
little
bit
You
finally
got
me
down,
you
want
me
to
admit
that
shit
Got
you
a
rose
for
your
birthday,
shoulda
got
your
ass
a
bouquet
You
went
behind
my
back
and
then
you
stabbed
me,
bitch,
you
two-faced
I
know
that
ass
ain't
real,
I
could
tell
that
shit
was
too
fake
You
really
think
you
foolin'
me
but
bitch
you
cannot
fool
me
Rose
for
your
birthday,
shoulda
got
your
ass
a
bouquet
You
went
behind
my
back
and
then
you
stabbed
me,
bitch,
you
two-faced
I
know
that
ass
ain't
real,
I
could
tell
that
shit
was
too
fake
You
really
think
you
foolin'
me
but
bitch
you
cannot
fool
me,
uh
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