Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sandra’s Rose , by - Drake. Release date: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sandra’s Rose |
| Yeah, no more, no more |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby |
| Yeah, no more, no more |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh |
| Yeah |
| Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from |
| Price tags on makin' the world feel some |
| They don't have enough to satisfy a real one |
| Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done |
| Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us |
| Louisville hush money for my young gunners |
| Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip clubs and casinos |
| Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo |
| Worms, I just opened up a can of those |
| My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's Rose |
| Two girls that I rope like Indiana Jones |
| I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose |
| Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the ante |
| California girls sweeter than pieces of candy |
| Had me all in Nipsey hood to go link up with Sammy |
| Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family |
| Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble |
| Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore they blow the whistle |
| My uncle tryna change my energy with stones and crystals |
| But it's gon' take more than that for me to control my issues |
| I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell |
| Every title doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele |
| Sandra knows I pulled us out of a living hell |
| I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves |
| No more, no more |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah |
| No more, no more |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh |
| Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these |
| Crime family like the Genovese |
| You don't want drama, capisci? |
| My house is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid |
| I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief |
| I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and commas increase |
| I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are climbin' to reach |
| I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets |
| Subtle reminders are key, jeez! |
| Spoiler alert: the second act is tragic |
| And everyone that wants the worst for me's askin' what happened |
| Backstabbed so many times I started walkin' backwards |
| Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches |
| Bury me and I'll be born again |
| I walk in godly form amongst the mortal men |
| I got some real demons across the border fence |
| And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again |
| Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird |
| Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty work |
| Hit 'em back and say we'll link up on the 33rd |
| When I say that they cursin' me it ain't dirty words |
| Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue |
| I don't know who's protectin' me but we hit it off |
| Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off |
| I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are |
| No more, no more |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah |
| No more, no more |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh |