Текст песни Heaven Sent - Rosé Da Baby

Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

Tryna figure should i stay should i leave her
Sending shots I'm like Ali i gotta weave them
Enemies lurking so i deceive em
Yeah the oops is steady working they so evil

My nigga said the streets is hungry so i feed em
Said that if they come his way then he gon bleed em
Told em i could never fold we gon beat em
Lamar Jackson imma throw it imma lead em

Just show me if you cap before we go through all the shit
Not Greek but i want ice cold VVs on my wrist
Really dripping got me looking like I'm from the hidden mist
Know i made it when another artist say they want a pic

But I'm not one to to play no games
Cartier VV Diamonds bussing on the frames
Not going back to being broke no i ain't switching lanes
How you balling you loudest you just full of change

Yeah
Yeah

Not many men but I'm more than 50 deep
Can't rhyme wit orange but i can with Tennessee
I'm writing lyrics like I'm writing recipes
Feel like only God can really see the best in me

Floating like a butterfly but she won't let me be
Looking at my bezel said that she could see the sea
Think cuz he got joggers he could try and run with it me
Everybody think they God they keep looking down on me

But i ain't never changing
Imma stay the same while elevating like a saiyan
And i know they gonna hate it
Cuz i got this drip like in Seattle when it's raining

They know that we dangerous
Why you think its tatted on me they can't tame it
Getting rich or getting famous
Not a crip but them blue stripes is still my favorite

Tryna cross them gates of heaven I'm not a preacher
In the Space Jam 11's Venus Serena
Gotta hit the lucky 7 you know i need it
Hit it then i moonwalk you cant beat it

Nigga you just all talk i been seen it
Say that I'm a ball hog I'm just who they feeding
Get it like I'm randy moss i keep eating
Hate to see it when I'm talking off for no reason

Trap trap tees
Tell me how you push the foreign from the backseat
I ain't never met a soul who can catch me
Ain't no way you gon be right you got 2 left feet
Yeah yeah

Past past me
Never that you coming close but only barely
Niggas sweating when it's hot they be so scary
When it's time I'm springing in it like I'm Jerry
Yeah

These niggas full of jealousy don't wanna see you winning
They gon cut you off and sacrifice so you don't finish
They ain't playing by no rules so why you think that you can bend it
Get a lil money they gon rob before you spend it

That's why i can't lend a hand these niggas spitting in it
They ain't tryna put in work like a chef up in the kitchen
But i ain't gon speak on other niggas ain't my business
Unless they messing wit my money then i swear that they is finished

Not many men but I'm more than 50 deep
Can't rhyme wit orange but i can with Tennessee
I'm writing lyrics like I'm writing recipes
Feel like only God can really see the best in me

Floating like a butterfly but she won't let me be
Looking at my bezel said that she could see the sea
Think cuz he got joggers he could try and run with it me
Everybody think they God they keep looking down on me

But i ain't never changing
Imma stay the same while elevating like a saiyan
Yeah
And i know they gonna hate it
Cuz i got this drip like in Seattle when it's raining
Yeah

They know that we dangerous
Why you think its tatted on me they can't tame it
Yeah
Getting rich and getting famous
Not a crip but them blue stripes is still my favorite
Yeah they still my favorite