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Rosetta Stone letra


Most times I feel unforgiving
That's exactly what you get when you rise into the ceilin' (ooh-ooh)
Sometimes I feel like forgivin', yeah
Then niggas come around and tend to steal somethin' worth pennies (ahh)
I can't trust none of these ho's, nah, 'cause they come when you winnin'
They gon' come around and act like they down
Just spend all your dividends (yeah)
Tell me if sometimes you feel like you can't win
Fuck that put your hand in the sky'
'Cause you're blessed and you gon' get another chance (woah-oah-oah)
Sometimes I feel like this game rigged
Niggas picking sides, riding with the righteous guys
Can't stomach seeing one of the realest win (yeah, yeah-eah)

Jumpin' of the top of the house into the pool on a Sunday (on a Sunday) (woo)
All I know is I chill barbecue with you, on a Sunday (young Sex)
I Tom Brady, throw my dick at you bae (throw my dick at you bae)
Sit in the bathroom with ya, I'm a take a piss with you, baby (piss with you, baby)
Rose gold toilets when you take a shit on 'em, baby
Harley David' ride my dick I'm 'bout to spit on you, baby
I'm entitled to you all the time and lean on you baby
Put your knees on the floor like daddy sprinkle you, baby
I ain't gon' send it to nobody, let me take a flick of you, baby
Tryna tell you 'bout my day, answer lil' baby

I left 25,000 on your dresser (woo), fuck that thirteen thou' like a molester (yeah)
Diamonds hanging out my blouse cost (diamonds hanging out my shirt)
You steal my shirt and you just might be rich forever (yeah)
Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth (okay, okay)
Now I got bells like I'm fuckin' south (okay, okay)
I told her old girl get out my fuckin' house
I can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft (ain't goin' for it)

I kinda, feel a, way with you
I kinda, feel you presence when you ain't in the room
This chess, this not no checkers
I remember when you said that to me, with no arguing
You just a fine mo'fucker
You got me feelin' like I'm scavengin'
And you said he made you mad now you after him
I just can't wait until you happy again
I see you use a whole roll of napkins
And I just wanna tell you with no cap on it
The way he made you cry would never dap again
Give me the word, and he'll never wake up from a nap again, ahh
Look me up it ain't no cap under my name, on the streets or in the pen
Fallin' in love with my friend (woo, okay, okay)

I left 75,000 on your dresser (75), fuck that thirteen thou' like a molester (yeah)
Diamonds hanging out my blouse cost (diamonds hanging out my shirt)
You steal my shirt, and you just might be rich forever (yeah)
Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth (okay, okay)
Now I got bells like I'm fuckin' south (okay, okay)
I told her old girl get out my fuckin' house
I can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft (yeah)

Most times I feel unforgiving
That's exactly what you get when you rise into the ceilin' (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like forgivin'
Then niggas come around and tend to steal somethin' worth pennies (ahh)
I can't trust none of these ho's, nah
'Cause they come when you winnin'
They gon' come around and act like they down, just spend all your dividends (yeah)
Tell me if sometimes you feel like you can't win
Fuck that put your hand in the sky'
'Cause you're blessed and you gon' get another chance (woah-oah-oah)
Sometimes I feel like this game rigged
Niggas picking sides, riding with the righteous guys
Can't stomach seeing one of the realest win

Darling I left a 100, 000 dollar on your dresser
Fuck that lil' thirteen thou' like a molester
The diamonds hanging out my blouse cost me
Shit, you steal this shirt and you just might be rich forever
Rosetta stones in my fuckin' mouth
I said: Bitch, we got bells like we fuckin' south, fuck that ho
I told old girl get out my fuckin' house
Can't have no goofy bitches tryna turn me soft
Can't have no goofy bitches that'll run they mouth
Can't have no goofy bitches tellin' somethin' about me

Young Thug - Letras

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