Ghostface Killah, Jamie Sommers - Wildflower lyrics

That was the best fucking I ever had
Well, that's because you've been
Dealing with the Ace
You gotta leave? Where you going, sugar?
I got business to take care of oh, shit
Shit, that's my old man, shit
Better go talk to him

No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in
The lungs, no smoke in the lungs
No smoke in the lungs
No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in
The lungs, no smoke in the lungs
No smoke in the lungs

I'm mind shocking, body rocking
Earth shaking, money making
Sitting high, looking fly
I'm drinking on the best wine

Yo, bitch, I fucked your friend, yeah
You stink ho 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 stacking beaucoup 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 was you at, ho? "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, chicken head ho
Eating Harold's
I'm the first nigga that had you
Watching flicks by De Niro
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 fuck bitch
Your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleeding
Held you down in malls
Sexually, you worshipped my di-dick
Like a cross
I had you freaked 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 tranqued
But, you had to fuck this
Lobster head ass nigga
I should've slapped him, but the gods said
"Chill" that's your wiz fault, god
Handle that in the lab
I'm wondering how many times your
Hot ass got stabbed you dumb bitch
Horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low ho
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 screaming while you was
Biting on my cables
We slid to the washing machine
And 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 ho call rape
I'm God Cipher Divine, love my pussy refined
That means clean, a FDS smell with a shine

Word up, respect that, ho