Life Is Rouge

Jumped off the porch
Trapped by the store
My white bitch pretty in the face but she on blow
We all got flaws
Stuff your nose
Feel the glow
Thug this shit out with me I treat her like the bros
Going rouge
Going rouge
Going rouge
Going rouge
Hit my acceleration it feel like a boat
I'm going rouge still in control

I'm taking trap money with me across the globe
Turn to a chemist with that Pyrex and a stove
I'm going rouge
Talk to myself when I get high it ain't no smoke
If I had opps all of them niggas would be toast
These p's I'm pushing got flew in from the west coast
This fendi drippin on my head shoulders knees and toes
Took a thot to a place she ain't seen before
I call ant when I need smoke
I know he not living out that cap that he like rapping bout
Mugging in your videos with guns tryna act it out
I got everything I ever wanted from this street shit
If I stop now ill never see chips
Seen everything inside the country
Get your passport
Just thanking God that I ain't crash out on a trap course
Strip searching crack whores
At my back door
If she not wired I'm gon serve her what she ask for
I get my feet rubbed and my dick suck
From my best bitch
She eat me up then wipe me down in 60 seconds
I smoke my blunt to warm back up then she have seconds
Gotta strap up and go to war when we be sexing
Pardon my necklace
Rose gold roses in the face will not perish
Princess cut bugettes on Mike got shorty staring
In that shit again got gang like what u wearing
I'ma terripin

Jumped off the porch
Trapped by the store
My white bitch pretty in the face but she on blow
We all got flaws
Stuff your nose
Feel the glow
Thug this shit out with me I treat her like the bros
Going rouge
Going rouge
Going rouge
Going rouge
Hit my acceleration it feel like a boat
I'm going rouge still in control



Credits
Writer(s): Deshaun Madison
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