Ghostface Killah - Wildflower Lyrics

Writer(s) : DIGGS, ROBERT F. / COLES, DENNIS DAVID
Artist: Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Album: Track 2 on Ironman
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I'm mind shocking, body rocking, earth shaking, money making
Sitting high, looking fly, drinking on the best wine

Yo ***** I ****ed your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-****, bout to slap the *****
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 stacking boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a ***** **** 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 *****, chicken-head hoe, eatin' heroes
I'm the first ***** that had you watching flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just being 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 blessing
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifesting
You sneaky **** *****, your ways and actions told it all
I ****ed you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshiped my di-**** like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main ****, 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 **** this rasta-head *** *****
I should of slapped ya but the Gods said chill
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wondering how many times your hot *** got stabbed
You dumb *****, horny hot **** from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my *****, that **** hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But **** it, I ****ed you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cables
Whistling to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your ***** dry, spit on my **** and put it in
My ****'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 ***** real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe


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