Sandra's Rose

Drake

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    No more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
    No more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
    Yeah

    Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from
    Price tags on making the world feel some
    They don't have enough to satisfy a real one
    Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done
    Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us
    Louisville hush money for my young gunners
    Rick Pitino, I take them to strip clubs and casinos
    Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo
    Worms, I just opened up a can of those
    My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's Rose
    Two girls that I rope like I'm Indiana Jones
    I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose
    Yeah, fuck that I got to up the anti
    California girls sweeter than pieces of candy
    Had me all up on a Nipsey hood and go link up with Sammy
    Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family
    Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble
    Life too short I gotta get it before they blow the whistle
    My uncle tried to change the energy with stones and crystals
    But it's gonna take more than that for me to control my issues
    I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell
    Every title doing numbers like I'm Miss Adele
    Sandra knows I pulled us out of a living hell
    I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves

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    No more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
    No more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

    Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these
    Crime family like the Genovese
    You don't want drama, kapeesh?
    My house is full of supermodels just like Mohammed Hadid
    I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
    I find it funny how I keep on talking and commas increase
    I'm standing at the top of where you niggas are climbing to reach
    I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets
    Subtle reminders are key, Gs
    Spoiler alert: The second act is tragic
    And everyone that wants the worst for me's asking what happened
    Backstabbed so many times I started walking backwards
    Like Charlemagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches
    Bury me and I'll be born again
    I walk in godly form amongst the mortal man
    I got some real demons across the border fence
    And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again
    Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird
    Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doing dirty work
    Hit em back and say we'll link back on the 33rd
    When I say that they cursing me, it ain't dirty words
    Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue
    I don't know who's protecting me but we hit it off
    Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off
    I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are

    No more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
    No more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah

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    Composición: Christopher Martin, Drake y M Rock

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