Rose For Your Birthday

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

Lil' bitch, I cannot be fooled
You really think you fucked me up but bitch, I fucked you too
Remember that day that we was naked in your room?
I was fuckin' your lights out, ain't have nothin' to lose
I gave you that dope dick, I told you that's what I supply
I was hittin' all them places, hole-in-one, bullseye
You told me I'm a dog, I'm a player, till I die
And I told you I don't date, I just think you ain't my type
Then you got all mad, went all stormy, you was pissed off
You really can't chew all of that shit that you bit off
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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