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Drake - Pop Rose lyrics
[Intro: Drake] 
I can buy it all out 
But this the only shit that I sip though 
So tell 'em bring the waitress 
And I won't even ask what it is, no 
Just send it to the bar like (like) 
Send it to the bar like (like) 
Send it to the bar like (like) 
Like them niggas over there wanna... 
[Hook: Drake] 
Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay) 
Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay) 
Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay) 
Pop Rose' 
[Verse 1: Drake] 
Uh... They say you get paid when you think ahead 
Valentine's Day girl, all you see is pink and red 
[Trey Songz:] 
Eeeyup! 
[Verse 1: Drake] 
And everything is on me 
Rose' spade, to the '96 Don P 
Hang around us, and I bet you 
Will get to stunt on whoever ya sittin' next to 
You put 'em all on, and watch 'em run with it 
And then wait for whatever's next when I'm done with it 
And niggas show hate, period 
It's like they all pregnant, they late, period 
Yeah... and shit's all good 
The deal got signed and my split's all good 
And some people pretendin' that it's all good 
Say that shit in person man I wish ya'll would 
Yeah I told you I partied with Azuka 
I'll let them other niggas Grey Goose ya, 
Cause we about to... 
[Trey Songz:] 
Eeeyup! 
[Hook: Trey Songz] 
Pop Rose' 
Pop Rose' (Ooooh!) 
Pop Rose' (Ooooh!) 
Pop Rose' 
[Verse 2: Trey Songz] Drake - Pop Rose - http://motolyrics.com/drake/pop-rose-lyrics.html
If your beat gets released then I'm a take it 
If your girl is a freak, then I'm her favorite 
Got my partner with me, this is a replacement 
Who do it like I do? You tellin' a lie fool 
Leave the beat dead, all read like Piru 
Been around the world, all girls like fly dudes 
You a herb, get on her nerves like flies do 
You need more girls, go call my manager 
Two, three, four more, sure, we can handle ya 
Gimme e'rythang I want, don't mess my order up 
And her ass on point so my homie brought her up 
Ma passed me the blunt, then I told her pour it up 
In a flash we was gone, and you know I tore it up 
Breast, ass, silicone, sex hot as Florida 
South Beach, mouthpiece could swallow a Porterhouse 
Yup, it get nasty, then I get gully 
Grab the coochie, then the Gucci skully 
A whole pack of rubbers, then I burned rubber 
You cuddle undercovers, tellin' her you love her 
When it come to verses, swear that I'm perfect 
Murder in the first it's chllin in the hearses 
Worthless, singing off key on purpose 
We gon' pop, fuck urban (Ooooh!) 
[Trey Songz:] 
Eeeyup! 
[Hook: Trey Songz] 
Pop Rose' (Ooooh!) 
Pop Rose' (Fa Sho... Ooooh!) 
Pop Rose' (Fa Sho... Ooooh!) 
Pop Rose' 
[Trey Songz:] 
Eeeyup! 
[Bridge: Drake] 
Are you drunk? I'm faded too 
When you get money they just hate on you 
But, fuck them, there's all these ladies in my view 
So I buy out baby 
[Trey Songz:] 
Eeeyup! 
[Drake:] 
Buy out baby 
Buy out baby 
Buy out baby...








