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Ghostface Killah - Wildflower lyrics
Intro: [from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge"] That was the best fuckin 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 [Ghostface]: No shit. Shit that's my old man shit! Ya better go talk to him [Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X) I'm mind shockin body rockin earth shakin money makin Sittin high lookin fly drinkin on the best wine... [Ghostface] Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe 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 boucoup 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'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-dicked you and broke your ovary? You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros 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 tranked But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll 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 hoe, 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 Whistlin to the washing machine, I 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 so-called rape I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine That means clean the FDS smell with a shine Word up, respect that hoe |
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