More songs by RUSSELL!
Description
Vocals, Producer: RUSSELL!
Producer: XCAMPBELL
Producer: TEEB
Composer Lyricist: Gilbert Russell Llantino
Lyricist: Darren Campbell
Lyricist: Stephen San Juan
Lyrics and translation
Original
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
Grown and sexy.
You know I'm ready.
My love life been messy.
But I ain't tryna live foolish, too many excuses.
Too old to be a player, I'm committed to you. You know I don't do the drama.
If she was alive, you know I'd take it to mama. You keep that figure right and you bitch chasing them commas.
Ass so fat you need a medal of honor. Dated you a rich dude, I thought that I lost ya.
But he couldn't buy your love with all of them dollars.
Still up on the east side with all of my partners. A dozen of them Vandella roses and chocolates.
I hope your ass ready, baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Baby, I got some flowers for you. Pulling up on you, my lil' baby.
I brought you flowers. Baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Pulling up on you, my lil' baby. You never had a style like my veez is.
No matter how busy a man is, I still come through and get at it. I'm a fiend, I'm an addict.
For that caramel complexion, girl, you sweet like molasses.
Need to stop and see that ass through some Cartier glass. You a stunner, no other lady above you.
Bottega tag popping her Hermès Kelly clutches. I make the drinks, you roll the dutches.
I know some wild throwback cuts from the '80s that you would fuck with.
It's not a surprise that I'm feeling you, girl, who doesn't?
You hypnotize everyone you meet with them eyes. And you give them conversation, but you give me your time.
Cool to have, nigga, body divine, how God made it.
When I leave your crib, through our clothes, we exchange fragrance. Girl, my thermal always smell like you.
Left my hoodie and it smell like me. When I see you, shit feel brand new.
Call my number, let your man come through.
I got flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Pulling up on you, my lil' baby. I brought you flowers.
Baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Pulling up on you, my lil' baby. I brought these flowers for you.
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
On the west side of Toronto in my condo.
Geeking off this cloud up in my frontal.
Making songs 'bout you all night long.
You probably cooped up at home. Wanting to tell me to come over.
Let go of your pride. It's just you and I.
Just give me the word, I'll take a ride. Rose petals on the bed is fine.
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
I appreciate the roses.
I'm happy you're home.
The city missed you.
What do you wanna do?
English translation
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
Grown and sexy.
You know I'm ready.
My love life been messy.
But I ain't tryna live foolish, too many excuses.
Too old to be a player, I'm committed to you. You know I don't do the drama.
If she was alive, you know I'd take it to mama. You keep that figure right and you bitch chasing them commas.
Ass so fat you need a medal of honor. Dated you a rich dude, I thought that I lost ya.
But he couldn't buy your love with all of them dollars.
Still up on the east side with all of my partners. A dozen of them Vandella roses and chocolates.
I hope your ass ready, baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Baby, I got some flowers for you. Pulling up on you, my lil' baby.
I brought you flowers. Baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Pulling up on you, my lil' baby. You never had a style like my veez is.
No matter how busy a man is, I still come through and get at it. I'm a fiend, I'm an addict.
For that caramel complexion, girl, you sweet like molasses.
Need to stop and see that ass through some Cartier glass. You a stunner, no other lady above you.
Bottega tag popping her Hermès Kelly clutches. I make the drinks, you roll the dutches.
I know some wild throwback cuts from the '80s that you would fuck with.
It's not a surprise that I'm feeling you, girl, who doesn't?
You hypnotize everyone you meet with them eyes. And you give them conversation, but you give me your time.
Cool to have, nigga, body divine, how God made it.
When I leave your crib, through our clothes, we exchange fragrance. Girl, my thermal always smell like you.
Left my hoodie and it smell like me. When I see you, shit feel brand new.
Call my number, let your man come through.
I got flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Pulling up on you, my lil' baby. I brought you flowers.
Baby, I got some flowers for you. Baby, I got some flowers for you.
Pulling up on you, my lil' baby. I brought these flowers for you.
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
On the west side of Toronto in my condo.
Geeking off this cloud up in my frontal.
Making songs 'bout you all night long.
You probably cooped up at home. Wanting to tell me to come over.
Let go of your pride. It's just you and I.
Just give me the word, I'll take a ride. Rose petals on the bed is fine.
I brought some flowers for you, flowers for you, flowers for you, baby.
I appreciate the roses.
I'm happy you're home.
The city missed you.
What do you wanna do?