Love she don't live here no more
I'm from south Florida but my heart is so cold
Young n***a thuggin, stay clutching they pole
Nothing to lose so we snatching out souls
Love she don't live here no more
F**k n***a smoke but he don't want our smoke
Even when I'm lackin my bro got his pole
Smoking on OG, she snorting on blow
Designer my boxers, designer my clothes
U a nosey ass n***a get punched in your nose
Ain't wifin no hos, cause my last bih chose
Charge it to the game, that just how the sh*t goes
Me and my racks are relationship goals
Blow out her back, that bih curling her toes
Imma rookie in the game but I ball like the pros
Raised in the streets but the concrete grew rose
PlayThatBoiZay - Concrete Roses Lyrics
PlayThatBoiZay - Concrete Roses Lyrics
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Love she don't live here no more
I'm from south Florida but my heart is so cold
Young n***a thuggin, stay clutching they pole
Nothing to lose so we snatching out souls
Love she don't live here no more
F**k n***a smoke but he don't want our smoke
Even when I'm lackin my bro got his pole
Smoking on OG, she snorting on blow
Designer my boxers, designer my clothes
U a nosey ass n***a get punched in your nose
Ain't wifin no hos, cause my last bih chose
Charge it to the game, that just how the sh*t goes
Me and my racks are relationship goals
Blow out her back, that bih curling her toes
Imma rookie in the game but I ball like the pros
Raised in the streets but the concrete grew rose
I'm from south Florida but my heart is so cold
Young n***a thuggin, stay clutching they pole
Nothing to lose so we snatching out souls
Love she don't live here no more
F**k n***a smoke but he don't want our smoke
Even when I'm lackin my bro got his pole
Smoking on OG, she snorting on blow
Designer my boxers, designer my clothes
U a nosey ass n***a get punched in your nose
Ain't wifin no hos, cause my last bih chose
Charge it to the game, that just how the sh*t goes
Me and my racks are relationship goals
Blow out her back, that bih curling her toes
Imma rookie in the game but I ball like the pros
Raised in the streets but the concrete grew rose
Writer: Isaiah Loubeau
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid