rose for your birthday (feat. Kenoga) [remix]
Woah
Got you a rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me
Rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me, uh
Girl, I am fed up
I know she fed up
One day she will tell me that she loves but then mess it up
Am I not enough? Am I out of touch?
I ain't bad enough, I know I ain't bad enough
Get it right (Uh, uh)
Save your time (Uh)
I know what she likes (Uh, uh)
Bring the racks up
Maybe I fucked up, maybe it's my fault
I know what I want
Put my wounds in salt
I got a big heart I just really cannot trust y'all
My heart done been broke, big pieces like it's jigsaw
Got you a rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me
Rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me, uh
It really hurts to see that you just might be movin' on
What the fuck type shit is that, I bought that purse from Milan
Gave that shit to you, ain't seen that ass up in so damn long
The way it busts up out them jeans, it really might be long gone
Long gone forever, you got me regrettin' shit
I tell you that I want a chance you say you're sick of it
You think that I'm jealous, okay, maybe just a little bit
You finally got me down, you want me to admit that shit
Got you a rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me
Rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me, uh
Got you a rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me
Rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me, uh
Girl, I am fed up
I know she fed up
One day she will tell me that she loves but then mess it up
Am I not enough? Am I out of touch?
I ain't bad enough, I know I ain't bad enough
Get it right (Uh, uh)
Save your time (Uh)
I know what she likes (Uh, uh)
Bring the racks up
Maybe I fucked up, maybe it's my fault
I know what I want
Put my wounds in salt
I got a big heart I just really cannot trust y'all
My heart done been broke, big pieces like it's jigsaw
Got you a rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me
Rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me, uh
It really hurts to see that you just might be movin' on
What the fuck type shit is that, I bought that purse from Milan
Gave that shit to you, ain't seen that ass up in so damn long
The way it busts up out them jeans, it really might be long gone
Long gone forever, you got me regrettin' shit
I tell you that I want a chance you say you're sick of it
You think that I'm jealous, okay, maybe just a little bit
You finally got me down, you want me to admit that shit
Got you a rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me
Rose for your birthday, shoulda got your ass a bouquet
You went behind my back and then you stabbed me, bitch, you two-faced
I know that ass ain't real, I could tell that shit was too fake
You really think you foolin' me but bitch you cannot fool me, uh
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Writer(s): Brion Sanchez
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