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Rick Ross – Gold Roses (Official Audio) ft. Drake

Rick Ross - Gold Roses (Official Audio) ft. Drake

Official audio for ”Gold Roses” by Rick Ross
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Lyrics:
Ayy, woah
You made me this way, yeah
Before I’m gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my vase, won’t you?
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
Don’t wait ’til some other day, no, no
They love to wait ’til it’s too late, it’s too late
This different right here, yo

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  1. Y’all think this song is good? Next time it’s raining where you live.. go outside , throw some headphones on and listen to this on full blast.. 100x better

  2. Just beautiful delivery "Drake", flow "Ross" these khats have both been consistent and they are extremely talented. Real music lives on. Bless you all, best wishes 2023 we here, rest easy to all those we lost. ❤ you all..

  3. [Intro: Drake]

    Yeah

    I'm home now, it's over now, shit

    Yeah

    [Verse 1: Drake]

    She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English

    Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?

    You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different

    Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision

    You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it

    I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit

    I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious

    All smiles, Kevin Durant trials

    Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli'

    I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles

    I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?

    My depositions never surface

    Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased

    Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses

    Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase

    Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on

    Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán

    Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star

    Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards

    Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours

    Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart

    Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod

    Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God

    Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed

    The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless

    Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it

    'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed

    Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world

    "I gotta get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls

    Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world

    [Chorus: Drake & Rick Ross]

    Ayy, woah

    You made me this way, yeah

    Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

    Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?

    Let me know that I did okay, yeah

    Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

    They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late

    This different right here, yo

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]

    I was nominated, never won a Grammy

    But I understand, they'll never understand me

    Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked

    Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny

    A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned

    Love makin' love, but where will love land me?

    Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us

    But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers

    Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us

    Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?

    Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell

    And what I got for sale just sit on the scale

    Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades

    I really seen things give mothers the shakes

    I really bought cars for women on face

    I know it seem odd, but money amazin'

    College loans really did fuck up her credit

    Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it

    But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal

    In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil

    Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level

    Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever

    Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (Forever)

    Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers

    Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma

    Coming to America, really the set

    I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet

    All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers

    Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?

    Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple

    Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches

    Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish

    Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)

    (Maybach Music)

    [Chorus: Drake]

    Ayy, woah

    You made me this way, yeah

    Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

    Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?

    Let me know that I did okay, yeah

    Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

    They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)

    [Verse 3: Rick Ross]

    Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight

    True love in the projects is called paradise

    All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right

    But honesty itself a small sacrifice

    My money bag heavy, got me packin' light

    You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?

    Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false

    He own condos right over Carnegie Hall

    Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked

    Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark

    You really are my type, that's not a facade

    One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis

    I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip

    After further thought, better not knock 'em

    Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'

    Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (Stop talkin', stop talkin')

    [Chorus: Drake]

    Ayy, woah

    You made me this way, yeah

    Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah

    Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?

    Let me know that I did okay, yeah

    Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no

    They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)

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  5. Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
    Meanin' he'll blast for me (blasphemy) like puttin' the 6 with the God

    This man cold. 🥶🥶🥶🥶

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