Текст песни ROSEBAR - GoldLink, Big Flock

ROSEBAR

Pull up on me it's nothing
Had to get a call from your cousin
Fucked in the car to the function
Glock 44 straight
(Glock 44 straight)
Glock 44 straight thuggin'
Real R. Kelly when we bumpin', uh
Hold them knees throw them hips real nice

Now it's feelin' like Rosebar in the house, uh
I'm tryna get acquainted
Lookin' at me thought she saw a ghost fainted
Now she gettin' dragged to the pavement
I guess it's what I wanted baby girlie I'm too famous
Prada this, Louis that, name it
This your dick baby claim it, right
Grab her by the throat while I say it, right

Yeah, and just tell me when I'm comin' up
Dash the keys when I'm comin' up

Stop yelling got my hands on your butt
While I'm grabbin' on your track set tryna beat it up

Like pull up on me it's nothing
Had to get a call from your cousin
Fucked in the car to the function
Glock 44 straight
(Glock 44 straight)
Glock 44 straight thuggin'
Real R. Kelly when we bumpin', uh
Hold them knees throw them hips real nice
Now it's feelin' like free dick in the spot, uh

(Bitch this my song)

I swear I ain't never chase no bitch I ain't no dog catcher
Don't take the pace up out the shoes we be soul snatchin'

I run through the lobby just like I'm Bo Jackson
They know I do it for the five like Tito Jackson
I never care what a ho think
Light skinned bitch French tips and her toes pink
I ain't really in the jewelry store with Goldlink
My dogs sent the brain new chain, still rock the old ring
My new bitch don't be on my dick, I miss my old thing
I run hand la back up, I miss swerve

Wanna leave my bitch in a minute I miss her
I be in the field like I'm playing for Pittsburgh
I be catchin' plays like I'm fuckin' with Fitzgerald
I be goin' nuts like I'm fuckin' with big squirrel
Grew up with the pop til he sweat like a big girl

(You should have came to Rosebar, I was in a section with Goldlink...)

Pull up on me it's nothing
Had to get a call from your cousin
Fucked in the car to the function
Glock 44 straight
(Glock 44 straight)
Glock 44 straight thuggin'
Real R. Kelly when we bumpin', uh
Hold them knees throw them hips real nice
Now it's feelin' like Rosebar in the house, uh
I'm tryna get acquainted
Lookin' at me thought she saw a ghost fainted
Now she gettin' dragged to the pavement
I guess it's what I wanted baby girlie I'm too famous