Remy Banks - Flowers lyrics

[Intro:] Yo, we like flowers over here, my n***a. 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 pa**ed down n***as. 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**ers that I'm not the one 4-5-6 head crack n***a get your head cracked I'm dead-smacked You b**h n***a, your b**h is in my friend's lap And she lovin' it Pull it out she s**ing 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**hes in the bathroom [?] [?] Car full of trinny n***as tricked out hondas With crooked license plates Crooked teeth, and platinum plates Hillside to Crown Heights n***as knew it's worth the wait [Verse 2: Mr. MFN eXquire] Strong as Mutulu Shock a zulu with a uzi Loose screws shooey-pooey Got my mind ooey-gooey Hoochie floozies Two coochies running through from room to room B [?] rubies [?] sippin' on banana nutriment Baby get accoutrements Shout out to my newest b**h Shout out to mistakes in my past that I'mma do again Fluent in that loser sh** Now my moves are ruthless Crew illuminati 40 ounces on the pyramid [Verse 3: Remy Banks] Got a bag of knowledge, mix that in with another wisdom Roll it and spark it, hoping it guides my mind to freedom I be the phantom of paradise In the world, no wrongs no rights Wildin' out with goddesses Like "f** it I'm the black Christ" I do as I please Cruising through these streets of Queens Stepping on these leeches thinking they gon' get up off of me Kiss the f**in' ring [?] Scoring on your b**h like Lionel Messi if she let me [Verse 4: Goldie Glo] Time and time again I gotta tell these n***as and these hoes Address me as your highness or I'm gonna smack a ho off impulse I take your b**h out from under ya Hit it on top of the comforter She be accoladin' like Imhotep For these architectural structures [?] Got the mindset of a pharaoh got the eye of horus Got two carat gold on my chest Red wine in my cup Toast to the Greek Gods World's Fair [?] Huzzahhhh