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letra de rose gold reflection (album version) - dd caine

[chorus: dd caine]
got a fashion k!ller, and i put baguettes all on her pistol (grraa!)
keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues (b-tch)
she tell me it’s time to ride, then i let vito get up with you (yeah)
that’s my rose gold reflection, sneak my glockie in the venue (boom!)
if she say it, then it’s done, she ain’t stressing bout no beef (nah)
shorty know about the streets, but she don’t belong to the streets (belong to the streets)
get a n-gga whacked in black, then pop out in the double c’s (sheesh!)
she said “picture that with someone else” that’s why i’ll never leave (skee)

[verse 1: dd caine]
shawty a thief, she loving black on black, her mask stay right under her seat
shawty got heat, her rocket blast off once, don’t miss, got you rocking a sheet
black af1s, with red bottoms on ‘em, in case someone trying her thinking she sweet
she’ll slap a n-gga for trying to reach and knock a b-tch out for talkin’ on me
i won’t tell her that i love her, but she know just how it go
we go on missions, if i air it out, she know to toss the pole
she come over, iron all my flags, and fold ‘em with my clothes
when i met her, all my ice was fake, then shawty brought me gold
she be mugging ‘cause i be clutching and bussin’ without no aim
said i’m thuggish, not too rugged, and she know it’s cause of the pain
i be f-cking her up on purpose and she be doing the same
let her cuss at me, til i tug her and f-ck her look off her face
roll out in the morning, she gon’ pack my glizzy in my bag
put a drum in the front pocket, and suppressors in the back
blow me a kiss, when i walk away to hop up inside the jag
she said “beat him ‘til he leaking, treat that n-gga like a tat”
okay, okay, okay, okay okay, okay
roll out in the morning, she gon’ pack my glizzy in my bag
put a drum in the front pocket, and suppressors in the back
blow me a kiss, when i walk away to hop up inside the jag
she said “beat him ‘til he leaking, treat that n-gga like a tat”
[chorus: dd caine]
got a fashion k!ller, and i put baguettes all on her pistol (grraa!)
keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues (b-tch)
she tell me it’s time to ride, then i let vito get up with you (yeah)
that’s my rose gold reflection, sneak my glockie in the venue (boom!)
if she say it, then it’s done, she ain’t stressing bout no beef (nah)
shorty know about the streets, but she don’t belong to the streets (belong to the streets)
get a n-gga whacked in black, then pop out in the double c’s (sheesh!)
she said “picture that with someone else” that’s why i’ll never leave (skee)

[verse 2: yoxue]

- dd caine

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