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rose gold - fbf k.o lyrics

i put rose in my gold, wrist stay on froze, tag on my clothes, did it on my own, flexing on these n*ggas now they acting like some hoes, but if you got a problem then i’m popping like the fourth/ i put rose in my gold, wrist stay on froze, tag on my clothes, did it on my own, flexing on these b*tches cuz i swear they do the most, and when she try to stunt look at dat hoe like what are those

i kno these b*tches like to talk see, but i’m clean as oxy/ diamond’s stones on my neck and wrist so call me rocky/ all this ice on me look like a n*gga playing hockey/ got these n*ggas mad because these b*tches on my jock aye/ ima ticking bomb but like my rollie i don’t tock aye/ can’t rock a pair of jays unless they str8 up out the box aye, i’m fresher than a high school quarterback out on his prom date/ bro show your girl attention cuz i’m tired of b****** calling/ i stepped out and i show out they say who dat like new orleans/ my diamonds like an instagram model b*tch they flawless, n*ggas go to talking/ and get hit with the choppa, flexing on aatha gram but you still living with cha mama ( know you n*ggas like front with ur taxes you my son, we get money everyday and you’ll be broke within a month)

i just stunt with my woes, derrick with the rose/ all i see is green n*gga eeverything’s a go, and i put this on my soul i just put ur b*tch on hold/ but i never will expose the naked pics in my phone/ i’m flexing on these n*ggas and these b*tches now they blowed/ when i say a n*gga dripping i ain’t talking bout the flow, ima real street n*gga i ain’t f*cking up my clothes/ if a n*gga go to tripping then we kicking in ur door, what’s a plug without a chord/ i’m tha sh*t i need a roll, showing off for hoes that won’t show up to ur funeral/ when my n*ggas go to popping they’ll be talking to ghost, and when my diamond’s go to dancing they’ll be dancing on ur hoe

- fbf k o lyrics

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