Wildflower

"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