"Of Course We Ghetto Flowers" as written by and Kiari Cephus Symere Woods....
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze

Yeah, what, diamonds all on my teeth
Walk around Christian Loubs, diamonds all on my sneaks
You a broke boy got bad luck, don't even talk to me
You know his girlfriend stalk on me, choppa might, don't walk to me
Foreign, foreign whip, yeah, what is it called
Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss
Had a lil' bitch from down south, yeah, put that shit all in her mouth, ay
Eatin' on veggies with salmon, ay, no I'm not eatin' no trout
Boy you a bitch, boy you a snitch, heard you gon' bring them cops out
Talkin' that shit, you ain't on shit, really you ain't gon' pop out
Gettin' money that's why they hate on me, still on that paper route
It's so hot I pulled out, ass so fat called time out

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze

Fly to L.A. for a week, and I got Rick on my teeth
And I got Rick on my feet, choppa on me, saggin' my jeans
And I put that on big B's, ay, shoutout G Weed
I got yo ho on the team, runnin' them laps just like a meet
Hunnid bands on the Goyard, ooh
And I got goons in my yard, ooh
We can rock out like guitars, ooh
Ho I got lean I got bars, ooh, ho I got lean I got bars, ooh
Ho I fuck hookers on hard, ooh
She fuck with me I go hard, ho I'm on lean I'm on stars
Uh, ay, now we on top of my car
Uh, lookin' at stars like I made it far
Uh, look at my chain, glow in the dark
What, ya thot give brain, she goin' hard

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah, neck on froze

Choppa that's full auto, kickflip bitch, Otto
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro

(Offset!)
I took your bitch, yeah you lost, told her come fuck with some bosses
Invited that bitch to my loft, hold on bitch, take your shoes off
The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin'
No, I'm not trustin' these bitches
No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no
Uzi got choppas, extensions
I got mama all in her mentions, ay, and my Rollie three dimensional
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal, these niggas clone you, get your chemicals
Twin choppers they identical, my hand in everything, got tentacles
Poppin' percys like the minerals, fuck you my hand on my genitals
When on the stage I got adrenaline, bout' to flex up on my enemies
I don't need negative energy, these niggas not who they pretend to be

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh, what, yeah
Neck on froze


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"Of Course We Ghetto Flowers" as written by Symere Woods Jamaal Talib Henry

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