Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great
On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed
I got killers on my team that’ll get at you
Roses are red and violets are blue
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.
Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss
He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick
Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Not the applause or roses thrown in awe
How beautiful are thou, africa
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