Flowers lyrics
by Bodega Bamz
[Intro:]
Yo, we like flowers over here, my n*gga. Birds and paradise. Orchids, ginger lilies and chrysanthemums. We like Arabian horses, too. And ladies with hips straight out of the odyssey. T-philosophy. Mythology [?] See, only Gods get to play like that. Immortality is [?] and black [?] stamina. We passed down n*ggas. Kings of genre, Masters in craft, Orchestrating blissful arrangements. All is Worlds Fair [?] same old eXquire. So what's another name for bliss? Show me how you dance to a song like this
[Verse 1: Prince SAMO]
911 911
Tell them that the god has come
Tell them other punk motherf*ckers that I'm not the one
4-5-6 head crack
n*gga get your head cracked
I'm dead-smacked
You b*tch n*gga, your b*tch is in my friend's lap
And she lovin' it
Pull it out she sucking it
40 ounce I'm chugging it
I'm 5'6 and thuggin' it
Tims with no laces
Razors kiss your faces
While I'm reading Thessalonians sing Amazing Graces
No weapon form against the gods shall prosper
Hair like a rasta
[?] like shotta
Godzilla vs. Mothra
I don't dance no salsa
I'm two-stepping b*tches in the bathroom [?]
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Car full of trinny n*ggas tricked out hondas
With crooked license plates
Crooked teeth, and platinum plates
Hillside to Crown Heights
n*ggas knew it's worth the wait