Wildflower

Lyrics

"That was the best fuckin' I ever had
 Well, that's because you been dealin' with the Ace
 Hm-mh, you gotta leave? Where you goin', sugar?
 I got business to take care of"
 Oh, shit
 "Shit, that's my old man, shit!
 Better go talk to him"
 No smoke in the lungs (yeah, heh-eh), no smoke in the lungs
 No smoke in the lungs (yeah), no smoke in the lungs (yo, yo)
 No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs
 No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs
 I'm mind shockin', body rockin'
 Earth shakin', money makin'
 Sittin' high, lookin' fly, drinkin' on the best wine
 Yo, bitch, I fucked your friend, yeah, you stank ho
 I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
 She put me on to mega shit, 'bout to slap the bitch
 She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
 It took place late night on February 17th
 Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
 Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin' beaucoup cash
 Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
 While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
 Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
 You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
 Where was you at, ho? "Pinky house, she put in my perm"
 That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
 Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
 You crab bitch, chicken-head ho, eatin' Harold's
 I'm the first nigga that had you watchin' flicks by DeNiro
 You gained crazy points, baby, just bein' with God
 Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
 I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin'
 You didn't do the knowledge, what the God was manifestin'
 You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
 I fucked you while you was bleedin', held you down in malls
 Sexually, you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
 I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
 You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
 You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranqued
 But, you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga
 I shoulda slapped him, but the Gods said, "Chill"
 That's your wiz fault, God, handle that in the lab
 I'm wonderin', how many times your hot ass got stabbed?
 You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
 Your clientele is low, ho, catch you next show, bro
 I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
 It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
 But, fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
 Broken tables, had you screamin' while you was bitin' on my cables
 We slid to the washing machine and threw it on spin
 If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
 My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
 Plus, I'm conceited, Starks make the biggest ho call rape
 I'm God Cipher Divine, love my pussy refined
 That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
 Word up, respect that ho
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:26
Key
7
Tempo
93 BPM

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