Gunsxroses

(الألبوم: Pink - 2015)

Pour up a cup, crush me a Xan'
These females comes over

I treat 'em good but I don't love em, love em
These drugs in my system
All in my blood can't flush em', flush em'
I'm young and I'm vulgar, pull up on a cougar, she blushing, blushing
I just fill up a cup, pull out a Xanax and crush it, crush it

Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me, no
Love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me
Guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, ooh
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me but please do not phone me

MAC-10 and aloha
Little miss is a go'er
Pistol and a clover
Get your ass in the motor
I drive her crazy, she know the streets pay me
I sell Anna and Katie
Baby, baby, I'm Lancey I'll shoot the officer
And leave him in daisies
I'm gorgeous, I'll say it again
I got, sauce for like, eight of your friends
Cause their sick and they need to be cleansed
Tryna fuck every bitch on both sides on the Thames
No really, trust me
I don't need no apartment
Backseat of the bimmer, cause you know I'm slutty
Stop tryna be Lancey, man, go home and study

Go home and be you
The streets do not feel you
I say what I want, cause I know who I am
They pay what I want, then put nose through a gram

Guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me
Love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me
Guns and roses

Wagwan, rude boy?
What's good, rude boy?
What's that, kush, rude boy?
Look like bush, rude boy?
What's that, Nike, rude boy?
Look like whoosh, rude boy?
You alright, rude boy?
You need a push, rude boy?
Fuck you, I'm clean, rude boy
I'm Céline, rude boy
Maison, Margiela, Martine, rude boy
Raf Simons routine, rude boy
I'm the BM driving, solo styling, no dick riding
Lancey is done, rude boy

Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me, no
So love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me
Guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns and roses
Baby girl, guns
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies
So love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me
Guns and roses