A Dozen Of Roses (you Remind Me) The Right 1 Lyrics - Monica

With a dozen roses, such would astound you 

The joy of children laughing around you 

These are the makings of you 

It is true, the makings of you 

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes 

Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you 

You got style just like a Bentley Coupe 

And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you 

I think I'm fallin' in love with you 

Baby, caught up in somethin' that's movin' so fast 

Never been with nobody else 

You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass 

You remind me of this thing 

Somethin' like R. Kelly singin' 'bout a jeep 

Boy, you're everythin' to me 

And you're my, you're my, you're my property 

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Boy, you remind me, remind me of the ice on my rings 

Boys, you remind me of this 

These are the makings of you 

It is true, these are the makings of you 

You remind me of the very first time 

You remind me of the time we made love 

Just like the 25th day of Christmas 

Waitin' for Santa Claus to show up 

You got a heart of gold, baby, you should know 

Baby, you remind me of so much 

And baby, you always stay on my mind 

You're just like my rims, you shine 

Boy, you remind me of 26's on my car 

Complete spinnin' around, lookin' like a superstar 

Boy, you remind me of how our life's supposed to be 

This is what you remind me 

And you're my, you're my property 

Photos 

Lookin' at you look at another 

Baby, I don't need another brother 

Satisfy my mind to the fullest of my body 

There's no pressure, baby 

And now I keep it so real 

And I can't help it, you got that whip appeal 

What's the deal? Tell me how you feel 

Could it be me, me? [incomprehensible] 

You like the ice on my wrist, it's like kick on my hip 

Mac on my lips, armor oil on my whip 

Butter on my shrimp, I'm the Gladys, you the Pip 

I keep my hair flip, the way you like to see me strip 

Keep a money clip, you remind me of a tip 

Like a pair of jeans from Abercrombie when they rip 

Like a glass of wine every time I take a sip 

It's you 

(You, you, you, you, you, you) 

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes 

Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you 

You got style just like a Bentley Coupe 

And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you 

With a dozen roses, such would astound you 

The joy of children laughing around you 

These are the makings of you 

These, these are 

(It is true, the makings of you, you)