Wildflower (Album Version)歌词

(That was the best ******' I ever had

That's because you been dealin' with Dasheese

You gotta leave Where you goin' sugar
I got business to take care of

No ****

**** that's my old man ****

You better go talk to him)

No smokin' alarms no smokin' alarms
No smokin' alarms no smokin' alarms
No smokin' alarms no smokin' alarms
No smokin' alarms no smokin' alarms
I'm mind shockin' body rockin' earth shakin'
Money makin'
Sittin' high lookin' fly drinkin' on the best wine
Yo ***** I ****** your friend yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-**** 'bout to slap the *****
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' boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed yo
While I was on tour whore you went to work
Quick fast had a ***** **** in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at hoe Pinky house she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-****ed you and broke your ovary
You crab ***** chicken head hoe eatin' heroes
I'm the first ***** 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 **** ***** your ways and actions told it all
I ****** you while you was bleedin' held you down in malls
***ually you worshiped my di-**** like a cross
I had you fiend out broke out for a month you fell off
You was my main ****
My peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down
The way I thought had you tranked
But you had to **** this rasta-head ass *****
I should slapped you 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 ***** horny hot **** from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe catch you next show bro
I got jerked gave away my ***** that **** hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But **** it I ****** you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables had you screamin' while
You was bitin' on my cables
Whistlin' to the washing machine I threw it on spin
If your ***** dry spit on my **** and put it in
My ****'s the bomb baby marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God cipher divine love my ***** real fine

That means clean the FDS smell with a shine

Word up respect that hoe