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Rose Gold Reflection Video (MV)




Performed By: Dorien
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Warrick Dawsey




Dorien - Rose Gold Reflection Lyrics




Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time to ride, then I let Vito get up with you
That's my rose gold reflection, sneak my glockie in the venue
If she say it, then it's done, she ain't stressing bout no beef
Shorty know about the streets, but she don't belong to the streets
Get a ***** whacked in black, then pop out in the double Cs
She said "Picture that with someone else" that's why I'll never leave

Shawty a thief, she loving black on black, her mask stay right under her seat
Shawty got heat, her rocket blast off once, don't miss, got you rocking a sheet
Black AF1s, with red bottoms on 'em, in case someone trying her thinking she sweet
She'll slap a ***** for trying to reach and knock a ***** out for talkin' on me
I don't tell her that I love her, but she know just how it go
We go on missions, if I air it out, she know to toss the pole
She come over, iron all my flags, and fold 'em with my clothes
When I met her, all my ice was fake, then shawty brought me gold
She be mugging 'cause I be clutching and bussin' without no aim
Said I'm thuggish, not too rugged, and she know it's cause of the pain
I be ******* her up on purpose and she be doing the same
Let her cuss at me, til I tug her and **** her look off her face
Roll out in the morning, she gon' pack my glizzy in my bag
Put a drum in the front pocket, and suppressors in the back
Blow me a kiss, when I walk away to hop up inside the Jag
She said Beat him 'til he leaking, treat that ***** like a tat

Roll out in the morning, she gon' pack my glizzy in my bag
Put a drum in the front pocket, and suppressors in the back
Blow me a kiss, when I walk away to hop up inside the Jag
She said Beat him 'til he leaking, treat that ***** like a tat

Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time to ride, then I let Vito get up with you
That's my rose gold reflection, sneak my glockie in the venue
If she say it, then it's done, she ain't stressing bout no beef
Shorty know about the streets, but she don't belong to the streets
Get a ***** whacked in black, then pop out in the double Cs
She said "Picture that with someone else" that's why I'll never leave
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Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time to ride, then I let Vito get up with you
That's my rose gold reflection, sneak my glockie in the venue
If she say it, then it's done, she ain't stressing bout no beef
Shorty know about the streets, but she don't belong to the streets
Get a ***** whacked in black, then pop out in the double Cs
She said "Picture that with someone else" that's why I'll never leave

Shawty a thief, she loving black on black, her mask stay right under her seat
Shawty got heat, her rocket blast off once, don't miss, got you rocking a sheet
Black AF1s, with red bottoms on 'em, in case someone trying her thinking she sweet
She'll slap a ***** for trying to reach and knock a ***** out for talkin' on me
I don't tell her that I love her, but she know just how it go
We go on missions, if I air it out, she know to toss the pole
She come over, iron all my flags, and fold 'em with my clothes
When I met her, all my ice was fake, then shawty brought me gold
She be mugging 'cause I be clutching and bussin' without no aim
Said I'm thuggish, not too rugged, and she know it's cause of the pain
I be ******* her up on purpose and she be doing the same
Let her cuss at me, til I tug her and **** her look off her face
Roll out in the morning, she gon' pack my glizzy in my bag
Put a drum in the front pocket, and suppressors in the back
Blow me a kiss, when I walk away to hop up inside the Jag
She said Beat him 'til he leaking, treat that ***** like a tat

Roll out in the morning, she gon' pack my glizzy in my bag
Put a drum in the front pocket, and suppressors in the back
Blow me a kiss, when I walk away to hop up inside the Jag
She said Beat him 'til he leaking, treat that ***** like a tat

Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time to ride, then I let Vito get up with you
That's my rose gold reflection, sneak my glockie in the venue
If she say it, then it's done, she ain't stressing bout no beef
Shorty know about the streets, but she don't belong to the streets
Get a ***** whacked in black, then pop out in the double Cs
She said "Picture that with someone else" that's why I'll never leave
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Writer: Warrick Dawsey
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