Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Wildflower songtekst

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That was the best fuckin I ever had.
 That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
 You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
 I got business to take care of
 [Ghostface]: No shit.
 Shit that's my old man  shit!
 Ya better go talk to him

 [Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X)

 I'm mind shockin  body rockin  earth shakin  money makin
 Sittin high  lookin fly  drinkin on the best wine...

 [Ghostface]
 Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
 I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
 She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
 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 stackin boucoup cash
 Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
 While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
 Quick fast, had a nigga dick 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 bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
 I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
 You gained crazy points, baby, just bein 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 blessin
 You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
 You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
 I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
 Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
 I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
 You was my main shit, 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 fuck this rasta-head ass nigga
 I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
 That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
 I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
 You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
 Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
 I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
 It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
 But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
 Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
 Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
 If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
 My dick'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 pussy real fine
 That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
 Word up, respect that hoe
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Ironman (1996)

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