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      Pop Rose feat Trey Songz

      Pop Rose feat Trey Songz

      Drake

      Album: Heartbreak Drake

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      Drake - Pop Rose feat Trey Songz Música y Letra

      Drake:
      I can buy it all out
      But this the only shit that I sip though
      So tell 'em bring the waitress
      And I won't even ask what it hit fo'
      Just send her to the bar like (like)
      Send her to the bar like (like)
      Send her to the bar like (like)
      Like them niggas over there wanna..
      
      Drake:
      Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay)
      Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay)
      Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay)
      Pop Rose'
      
      Drake:
      Uh... They say you get paid when you think ahead
      Valentines day girl, all you see is pink and red (yup)
      And everything is on me
      Rose' spade, to the '96 Don P
      Hang around us, and I bet you
      We'll get to stunt on whoever ya sittin' next to
      You put 'em all on, and watch 'em run with it
      And then wait for whatever's next when I'm done with it
      And niggas show hate, period
      It's like they all pregnant, they late, period
      Yeah... and shit's all good
      The deal got signed and my split's all good
      And some people pretendin' that it's all good
      Say that shit in person man I wish ya'll would
      Yeah I told you I partied with Azuka
      I'll let them other niggas Grey Goose ya
      Cause we about to...
      
      Trey Songz:
      Eeeyup!
      
      Trey Songz:
      Pop Rose'
      Pop Rose' (Ooooh!)
      Pop Rose' (Ooooh!)
      Pop Rose'
      
      Trey Songz:
      If your beat gets released then I'm a take it
      If your girl is a freak, then I'm her favorite
      Got my partner with me, this is a replacement
      Who do it like I do? You tellin' a lie fool
      Leave the beat dead, all red like Piru
      Been around the world, all girls like fly dudes
      You a herb, get on her nerves like flies do
      You need more girls, go call my manager
      Two, three, four more, sure, we can handle ya
      Gimme e'rythang I want, don't mess my order up
      And her ass on point so my homie brought her up
      Ma passed me the blunt, then I told her pour it up
      In a flash we was gone, and you know I tore it up
      Breast, ass, silicone, sex hot as Florida
      South Beach, mouthpiece could swallow a Porterhouse
      Yup, it get nasty, then I get gully
      Grab the coochie, then the Gucci skully
      A whole pack of rubbers, then I burned rubber
      You cuddle undercovers, tellin' her you love her
      When it come to verses, swear that I'm perfect
      Murder in the first it's chllin in the hearses
      Worthless, singing off key on purpose
      We gon' pop, fuck urban (Ooooh!)
      
      Trey Songz:
      Eeeyup!
      
      Trey Songz:
      Pop Rose' (Ooooh!)
      Pop Rose' (Fa Sho... Ooooh!)
      Pop Rose' (Fa Sho... Ooooh!)
      Pop Rose'
      
      Trey Songz:
      Eeeyup!
      
      Drake:
      Are you drunk? I'm faded too
      When you get money they just hate on you
      But, fuck them, there's all these ladies in my view
      So I baaaall baby
      
      Trey Songz:
      Eeeyup!
      
      Drake:
      Baaaall baby
      Baaaall baby
      Baaaall baby...

      Drake - Pop Rose feat Trey Songz Música y Letra

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