Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rosé, artist - Young JordanDate of issue: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rosé |
| She don’t drink chardonnay, she drinking rosé, uh, yeah |
| Icy nigga, need a couple bands when I show face, uh |
| Basquiat drip, paint a picture when it’s in my lane, uh |
| Car cost 'bout four hundred, why they ask why I spin in the Wraith |
| Floral garments on me look like some drapes |
| Chanel double C’s on me, can’t catch no case |
| Cartier your handcuffs, you stuck with me, bae |
| Say rose gold your color diamonds |
| Drip, nigga, they gon' televise it |
| If I got a shot then you know I’m fine |
| Call some shooters, tell 'em never mind |
| Hella hoes, I got hella vibes |
| Lot of money coming like I’m taking tithes |
| Come on, baby, you can take a ride |
| Jetlag, she getting tired of flying |
| Trickin' this ho, it been a lot of eyes |
| So I keep it on me when I’m outside |
| I heard that a rat just got killed, that’s another mouse died |
| Yeah, that kind gotta stay from, 'cause a real nigga ain’t gon' say nothin' |
| I’ma stay chasing, you gon' stay crumbing |
| Pocket full, I’ma stay thumbing |
| Blue strips, got straight hundreds |
| Told her relax, you straight hunting |
| Uh, yeah, I like to ball with my bitch |
| Yeah, I got a whole lot of chips |
| And I spent a bag at Phipps |
| Got ice on hit |
| Yes, I got diamonds on dancing |
| Oil this bitch out, let her paint at the mansion |
| Aviators, she no planning the landing |
| Keyz and Wheezy made a wave like Atlantic |
| Daily dripping, spend these racks and we splashing |
| In the hills, niggas trapping and banging |
| She don’t drink chardonnay, she drinking rosé, uh, yeah |
| Icy nigga, need a couple bands when I show face, uh |
| Basquiat drip, paint a picture when it’s in my lane, uh |
| Car cost 'bout four hundred, why they ask why I spin in the Wraith |
| Floral garments on me look like some drapes |
| Chanel double C’s on me, can’t catch no case |
| Cartier your handcuffs, you stuck with me, bae |
| Say rose gold your color diamonds |
| Drip, nigga, they gon' televise it |
| She just be watching my moves |
| Diamonds, they wet like a pool |
| I got a hell of a view |
| None of this shit, it ain’t new |
| I never made it through school |
| 'Cause I was breaking the rules |
| Making plays and making the news |
| I’m having meetings with Jews |
| I cannot fuck with these bitches |
| 'Cause these bitches basic and I do not want no relations |
| She suck on my dick and she all on her knees |
| She say I’m amazing, she just want to taste it |
| Whole lot of racks in my britches |
| I’m only rocking Amiris |
| They steady asking for pictures |
| I really came from the trenches |
| We in them foreign cars, we don’t stop at the light |
| And I’m riding with my niggas if they wrong or right |
| Don’t do no barking, my dawgs, they gon' bite |
| Diamonds, they hittin' in the dark with no light |
| Can’t fall in love with no groupie ho |
| I fell in love with the studio |
| Shoot with So Icey like I’m in the movie roll |
| Shoot his ass dead, we don’t give a fuck who he know |
| She don’t drink chardonnay, she drinking rosé, uh, yeah |
| Icy nigga, need a couple bands when I show face, uh |
| Basquiat drip, paint a picture when it’s in my lane, uh |
| Car cost 'bout four hundred, why they ask why I spin in the Wraith |
| Floral garments on me look like some drapes |
| Chanel double C’s on me, can’t catch no case |
| Cartier your handcuffs, you stuck with me, bae |
| Say rose gold your color diamonds |
| Drip, nigga, they gon' televise it |