Fredo, S Finesse Beats, S Finesse, KP Beatz (UK) - Flowers & The Snow lyrics
[Fredo, S Finesse Beats, S Finesse, KP Beatz UK - Flowers & The Snow lyrics]
Yeah, by the hours, it will go
We got loud and we got powder
Call it flowers and the snow
If he ain't the gang
I won't allow him to my show
I just got a new shooter and
I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won't let
Me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo
She got way too much pride
I've been hitting rappers' baby mothers
Way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money
But won't pay them no mind, nah
Yo, it's flowers and the snow
Or snow and the flowers
By the hours, it will go
Or it can go in a hour
One time, I tried and hit a lick
He wouldn't show me thе powder
'Til I took it off my hip
And I showed him the powеr
Nah, I can't hear you 'cause the
Weed I'm smoking is louder
Yeah, I'm always in the garden
Never growing a flower
You can catch me in the
Kitchen mixing yola with flower
Yo, it's sweet how we're living
Now the olders are sour
Yeah, we came a long way from stolen peds
I just took a don's bae
Now I'm getting stolen head
A hundred thousand for the
Silver and gold Patek
One of you tired niggas go try
It and you'll go to bed
You can catch man speeding in the beamer
Bro just hit a yout up
He's a demon with the beater
Now they tryna swap it for
The nina with the nina
When it comes to rappin', no
There isn't any realer i'm PG for life
Yeah, by the hours, it will go
We got loud and we got powder
Call it flowers and the snow
If he ain't the gang
I won't allow him to my show
I just got a new shooter and
I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won't let
Me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo
She got way too much pride
I've been hitting rappers' baby mothers
Way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money
But won't pay them no mind, nah
And don't up and think 'cause
I made a couple hit's
That I ain't outside with all my
Members and my younger nigs
Every girl suckin' dick
Colder than a fuckin' fridge
Put 750 on that real nine and touched a brick
Now if I do a O2 four times
I'll touch a mill' yo, I can't lie
The way I'm living is strange
Forget my knife
Then I'll be spinnin' the range
I don't care if I'm forty minutes away
We used to stack change, like a bill in a day
Put it in the shoe box, yeah
That's the criminal safe
All my women must just listen to Aitch
They wanna give me a taste
First place and the feeling is great
Only time that I'm the runner up is
When I send my runner up
My block door was broken and my buzzer fucked
And if you're from the trenches
Then you know just how I'm coming up
It's easy for the feds and the
Mandem to be runnin' up
My friends alone, my money's up
My chains are out, my gun is tucked
Yeah, by the hours, it will go
We got loud and we got powder
Call it flowers and the snow
If he ain't the gang
I won't allow him to my show
I just got a new shooter and
I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won't let
Me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo
She got way too much pride
I've been hitting rappers' baby mothers
Way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money
But won't pay them no mind, nah
We got loud and we got powder
Call it flowers and the snow
If he ain't the gang
I won't allow him to my show
I just got a new shooter and
I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won't let
Me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo
She got way too much pride
I've been hitting rappers' baby mothers
Way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money
But won't pay them no mind, nah
Yo, it's flowers and the snow
Or snow and the flowers
By the hours, it will go
Or it can go in a hour
One time, I tried and hit a lick
He wouldn't show me thе powder
'Til I took it off my hip
And I showed him the powеr
Nah, I can't hear you 'cause the
Weed I'm smoking is louder
Yeah, I'm always in the garden
Never growing a flower
You can catch me in the
Kitchen mixing yola with flower
Yo, it's sweet how we're living
Now the olders are sour
Yeah, we came a long way from stolen peds
I just took a don's bae
Now I'm getting stolen head
A hundred thousand for the
Silver and gold Patek
One of you tired niggas go try
It and you'll go to bed
You can catch man speeding in the beamer
Bro just hit a yout up
He's a demon with the beater
Now they tryna swap it for
The nina with the nina
When it comes to rappin', no
There isn't any realer i'm PG for life
Yeah, by the hours, it will go
We got loud and we got powder
Call it flowers and the snow
If he ain't the gang
I won't allow him to my show
I just got a new shooter and
I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won't let
Me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo
She got way too much pride
I've been hitting rappers' baby mothers
Way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money
But won't pay them no mind, nah
And don't up and think 'cause
I made a couple hit's
That I ain't outside with all my
Members and my younger nigs
Every girl suckin' dick
Colder than a fuckin' fridge
Put 750 on that real nine and touched a brick
Now if I do a O2 four times
I'll touch a mill' yo, I can't lie
The way I'm living is strange
Forget my knife
Then I'll be spinnin' the range
I don't care if I'm forty minutes away
We used to stack change, like a bill in a day
Put it in the shoe box, yeah
That's the criminal safe
All my women must just listen to Aitch
They wanna give me a taste
First place and the feeling is great
Only time that I'm the runner up is
When I send my runner up
My block door was broken and my buzzer fucked
And if you're from the trenches
Then you know just how I'm coming up
It's easy for the feds and the
Mandem to be runnin' up
My friends alone, my money's up
My chains are out, my gun is tucked
Yeah, by the hours, it will go
We got loud and we got powder
Call it flowers and the snow
If he ain't the gang
I won't allow him to my show
I just got a new shooter and
I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won't let
Me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo
She got way too much pride
I've been hitting rappers' baby mothers
Way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money
But won't pay them no mind, nah