Blakroc - Stay off the f**in' Flowers lyrics

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Blakroc - Stay off the f**in' Flowers lyrics

Up in the bleachers, in the penthouse, frontin' Stove burnin' a half a bird Uleica out the legs, it's burnin' We eatin' escovitch, green pea soup Korean coupe in the front With twelve rich who*es ready to stunt Roll the blunts, ladies U, strain the p**y Reign gleamy, my man Onto 700 grand, out, breathe easy Then the phone rang, bling, bling, bling Hey yo king, two more ice packs comin' Forty bundles of onion Roll the reefer to the maximum Sax playin', lay on the drums The Jeffersons on, I'm ready to cum She lookin' at me with a relevant stare Know my pocket's the only hair To come up out the hood, stay here Piss the merlot out, twirl my little thing downstairs 'Cuz anything other than there, we all willionaires ("will"ion - "heirs"; a.k.a., Paris Hilton and trust-fund children) Can't forget that, the ziplocks is get-back None of that overnight sh**, we sell in seconds pa, hit back Sean, hey yo, it's stupid hot Take the shotty witchu', you and Barkim make it pop Them n***as from the golden era Lemonade leathers who don't give a f** if they die, they more high They're soliders in the streets, they rebels Bubble for motherf**in' money with b**hes rockin' stilettos So when the drought hit, they on their sh** The sheeps come out lovin' the See-Cypher-Powers (C-O-Ps, a.k.a., cops), they cowards Stay off the f**in' flowers Rockin' a skull full of waves Four frames with his chain Jamaican accent, fresh out Toronto, we black skin Young Black Panther M.O., love wheelin' rentals He on the crack spot, we know it as the trap shop Adidas down sterling brown Uncles is traffickers Lifestyle growing spectacular Green gra** smokers with green hash Them n***as don't need cash, they only play fresh and rock mean gla** The dream stash only when the good boy last These are all ruthless n***as who don't seem glad Left the Aspen in back of the gas station Never no shorties in it It's only glocks with mags Here the Feds come, n***as is bagged No, give 'em his bad, diesel ninjas in rags Rockin' flags