Flowers At The Bezzle Songtext
What else?
Ayy
Let's get it
Flowers at the bezzle, [?]
Got more power in the ghetto than a Saudi Arabian
Fronted the doggy to Fabien
These rap bitches wasn't with me shooting in the gymnasium
I-10 East, nigga, hundred twenty MPH
[?] twisting out his [?]
Ayy
Let's get it
Flowers at the bezzle, [?]
Got more power in the ghetto than a Saudi Arabian
Fronted the doggy to Fabien
These rap bitches wasn't with me shooting in the gymnasium
I-10 East, nigga, hundred twenty MPH
[?] twisting out his [?]
Dry ridge to high bridge, you know I'm toting my shrink
Keep the [?] geeking, sleeping with one open eyelid
This east Buffalo shit ain't too much different from where I live
Just hope I don't get merked from all the dirt I know that I did
Middle of the shootout, shit, you know I'ma shoot my SIG
And if I еver get knocked, shit, you know I'ma do my bid
It's ConCrеature Boldy Blocks, you niggas know who I'm is
In your baby momma's bed chilling like it's my crib
Pistol on my right rib make a nigga famous
You thinking you big time, fuckin' with Blocks you gon' die big
Soon as I popped out squirming
I started learning how the talk
Crack burning with that talk back
It's that extra sauce that hurt him
See the cross on the all black drawback curtains
It's the bossed up version
Wik wasn't lost, I was on excursions
Couple bucket list spots crossed off, call that working
It was all on purpose Back on the block [?] chop it up, I call that service
'Cause I'm a bread breaker, you a head shakin' hater
Stay talking, taking credit for your friend's paper
Name dropping, too many degrees separate ya
What they call it? Straight bullshit
All this dog, can't put a pawprint on what I'm involved in
More promise with every installment
Of the life of Wik
Life ain't a simp, it ain't simple, it's a bitch
Sick of it, ain't a bit
Pick up where I left, take it off the rim
Take it, laugh, lay it up again
I play to win, nah, this ain't pretend
Every day's a risk
They beat the brakes off the kid
Take it on the chin with a limp
Pacing up the strip, shake it off and grin
I'm a bad motherfucker, I get savage, y'all mad
I'm glad like the bag, motherfucker
Did I drag, stagger or stutter?
When I said it, meant it
Did it for the Young Lords, Lads in The Troubles
Keep the [?] geeking, sleeping with one open eyelid
This east Buffalo shit ain't too much different from where I live
Just hope I don't get merked from all the dirt I know that I did
Middle of the shootout, shit, you know I'ma shoot my SIG
And if I еver get knocked, shit, you know I'ma do my bid
It's ConCrеature Boldy Blocks, you niggas know who I'm is
In your baby momma's bed chilling like it's my crib
Pistol on my right rib make a nigga famous
You thinking you big time, fuckin' with Blocks you gon' die big
Soon as I popped out squirming
I started learning how the talk
Crack burning with that talk back
It's that extra sauce that hurt him
See the cross on the all black drawback curtains
It's the bossed up version
Wik wasn't lost, I was on excursions
Couple bucket list spots crossed off, call that working
It was all on purpose Back on the block [?] chop it up, I call that service
'Cause I'm a bread breaker, you a head shakin' hater
Stay talking, taking credit for your friend's paper
Name dropping, too many degrees separate ya
What they call it? Straight bullshit
All this dog, can't put a pawprint on what I'm involved in
More promise with every installment
Of the life of Wik
Life ain't a simp, it ain't simple, it's a bitch
Sick of it, ain't a bit
Pick up where I left, take it off the rim
Take it, laugh, lay it up again
I play to win, nah, this ain't pretend
Every day's a risk
They beat the brakes off the kid
Take it on the chin with a limp
Pacing up the strip, shake it off and grin
I'm a bad motherfucker, I get savage, y'all mad
I'm glad like the bag, motherfucker
Did I drag, stagger or stutter?
When I said it, meant it
Did it for the Young Lords, Lads in The Troubles
