Black Roses Lyrics – J.I.
Singer: J.I.
Title: Black Roses
Yeah, the day I stop talkin’ on the beat
That’ll be the day I stop walkin’ on my feet
When I’m with your b#tch it’s like I’m talkin’ in my sleep
And I ain’t worried ’bout no dirt ’cause I got diamonds on my sleeves
And I ain’t worried ’bout no dirt ’cause I put diamonds on these cleats
Might just walk inside your hood just to laugh at what I see
And I know you hold grudges but don’t put ’em all on me
And you was ugly on the inside, I still put your #ss on fleek, yeah (Uh-uh)
You tried to play me, now we playin’ hide and seek (Uh-uh)
I got one, two, three four slugs for that leach
I got one, two, three four dubs for that treesh
And the only thing I learned it ain’t no love in these streets, uh-uh
And don’t give me that pill ’cause I might take it, shorty
And don’t give me your heart cause I might break it, shorty
I cut off my line, I need a break from shorty
And I’ma have to be for you to make me sorry
(Yeah, ooh, la-la-la)
We used to rock but that was only when you was doin’ your thing
(Yeah, ooh, la-la-la)
Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring
(Ooh la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, nah)
Since you’re the reason why I made them bad choices
Every now and then I’ll send you black roses, yeah
I will play you tit for tat but I don’t get sh#t for that
When everything you say is a lie (Yeah), you should get hit for that
When there’s a price to pay, you put it on your tab (Yeah)
I’m your father figure and I put that on my dad (Yeah)
b#tch, I got time on my wrist, f#ck the time we had
We gotta triple up the score before I f#ckin’ brag
Don’t tell me who you f#ckin’ on, that’s not gon’ make me sad (Yeah)
I got expensive pockets but I sag so they can see my #ss
And that’s only ’cause they deserve it
And everything I got, n#gg#, I earned it (Uh, uh)
Took an L but I’m a G just like your service
And only even if I speak, today I’ma speak in cursive (No, no, no, oh)
And don’t give me that pill ’cause I might take it, shorty
And don’t give me your heart cause I might break it, shorty
I cut off my line, I need a break from shorty
And I’ma have to be for you to make me sorry
(Yeah, ooh, la-la-la)
We used to rock but that was only when you was doin’ your thing
(Yeah, ooh, la-la-la)
Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring
(Ooh la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, nah)
Since you’re the reason why I made them bad choices
Every now and then I’ll send you black roses, yeah
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