Текст песни Rose Petals - MOL$

Ayo, turn this shit up
Yeah, what you mean?
I've been high as fuck since I was seventeen
Damn, I'm gone run it up
Everyday that's the dream
Heard you wanna fuck on me
Heard you having wet dreams
Heard you wanna talk mean
I've been sipping Wock every week
I love my Guap and it loves me
Prada bag from Milan, it's not cheap
Boy everything I rock, yeah, it's expensive
When I walk in all these girls up in my mentions tryna talk
But I'm clean, if you think that I'm cheat, then you dead wrong
Love my girl and she love me
I got ice cream on my neck 'cause its freezing
Pussy talk down on my name, man, he end up bleeding
Pussy talk down on my name, he gone get a beating
Out here getting commas and I post it on my BeReal

Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Love me, don't kiss on my neck
Just hold me and caress
Take my life and stop my breath
Diamonds drip all on my neck
Cook it up, I do this shit
Out here making moves, lil' bitch
Your girl think that I'm the shit
Woke up and I call my Jits
Funny how they talk up on my name when they ain't know shit
Every time I think about you I get fuckin' nosey
Snuggled with your mama, man, we in the covers, cozy
Tell her that I love her, man, now she so Rosey
Throw the clip in a limousine
Baby girl, don't forget that you are a queen
I'm not gay but I feel like Queen
Sing like Freddie Mercury
Wash my hands and I touch my jeans
In the club with my tight ass jeans
Put me in a box, you fuckin' with me?
Keep it lowkey
The music got me, I feel like a three
I shoot my shot and it hit like a three
I shoot my ball and it hit like free-throw
Hop on a flight and I'm going to Heathrow
Stalkers they finding me like I was Nemo
Bitch, I look through the peep hole
You ain't even get a peep, hoe
Cold as fuck like sub-zero
White girl she look like Katana
I got the strap like Obama
Hit you, it's blunt, force trauma
I don't like drama, nah