Alyxx Dione – Gang Of Roses Lyrics

You can’t buy me, you can’t control me
With the gang of roses Diamonds, and roses, and trips to the oceans
What makes you think you control me? You can’t buy me, you can’t control me
With the gang of roses
You want the truth, here’s the truth
I ain’t really feeling you
Everything you say do is about to prove
That you be lying
You be lying, you be lying, I ain’t buying
You want the shoes, here’s the shoes
I ain’t owing you no dues
Don’t confuse me with them groupies
‘Cause I’m a lady
Boy you tried, yeah you tried it
Bet you thought it
Aw nah
You can’t handle my crown
I’m the talk of the town
Andale-le, andale-le
Got my hand on the gun
Baby, I’ll shoot you down
Andale-le, andale-le
Try me and shots getting fired
Try me and shots getting fired
Baby, the devil’s a liar
Baby, the devil’s a liar
So what you think? You can’t buy me, you can’t control me
With the gang of roses
So what you think? You can’t buy me, you can’t control me
With the gang of roses
So what you think? ‘Cause you bought me some purses
Now you want reimbursement
Try me and shots getting fired
Try me and shots getting fired
Baby, the devil’s a liar
Baby, the devil’s
So what you think? ALYXX DIONEGang Of Roses Lyrics
You want the truth, here’s the truth
I ain’t giving it to you
You can’t tell me what to do
Ain’t no pyramids, illuminati
You ain’t bout it, you ain’t bout it, you ain’t bout it
You be using that excuse
I be tryna race with you
I ain’t tryna run with you
Give two effs about what you can buy me
You can’t buy me, you can’t buy me, you can’t buy me
Aw nah
You can’t handle my crown
I’m the talk of the town
Andale-le, andele-le
Got my hand on the gun
Baby, I’ll shoot you down
Andale-le, andele-le
Try me and shots getting fired
Try me and shots getting fired
Baby, the devil’s a liar
Baby, the devil’s a liar
So what you think? You can’t buy me, you can’t control me
With the gang of roses
So what you think? You can’t buy me, you can’t control me
With the gang of roses
Get back on that horse that you rode on
Baby, that you rode on
Gitty up, gitty up
Gitty up out, out of here
I ain’t the type to let you get your swole on
Hold up, baby, hold on
Gitty up, gitty up
Gitty up out, out of here
What makes you thinks you can buy me?