The Flowers by Tymeir Lyrics
Verse 1
Duce up high. I'm on road. Catch a glimpse of what I'm bout. Fore I roll. My dope bout da ring... Pick up the phone. Tell them fiends download my coke. Catch my angles with the drone. Homie I'm zoned. “Foreign’s and bad mommies is all that I need now." Out here loving life. Got one knee down.... She tried to deal wit lames... Now I'm the one she wanna be round. The real be ozing out my pores. I don't know if my presence or the allure. But how she moving got me for sure. She more of Lil Gord. The flex a make my Pop proud. Natural born hustler. My Pop child. That's some shit that a make my Pop smile. Top 40 billboard hits. Pop style
Hook:
The rain come
Then the rain goes
Sun shines
Then the rainbows
But still no pot of gold
But still no pot of gold
The rain come
Then the rain goes
Sun shines
Then the rainbows
But still no pot of gold
It’s still no pot of gold
Verse 2
All I ever wanted to be. Is a dope dealer. Coming down ya block on a four wheeler. Screaming ROD. On my waist a clean 9 and a PYT. She love cause I don't respect Jake. And when I fuck her I pull her hair and smack her cake. I be her baby daddy. When she say she late. But right now. I got the keys. So she feel safe. Cuz the plug so I put her brother on. They did em dirty cause her brother drawn. It’s all respect cause her mother gone. Told em do better. Gave em another jawn. That nigga still wildn. Blame it on the housing. Perkies be calling. He should of stuck with the flowers. Now it’s black suits and donated flowers
Crying for hours
Duce up high. I'm on road. Catch a glimpse of what I'm bout. Fore I roll. My dope bout da ring... Pick up the phone. Tell them fiends download my coke. Catch my angles with the drone. Homie I'm zoned. “Foreign’s and bad mommies is all that I need now." Out here loving life. Got one knee down.... She tried to deal wit lames... Now I'm the one she wanna be round. The real be ozing out my pores. I don't know if my presence or the allure. But how she moving got me for sure. She more of Lil Gord. The flex a make my Pop proud. Natural born hustler. My Pop child. That's some shit that a make my Pop smile. Top 40 billboard hits. Pop style
Hook:
The rain come
Then the rain goes
Sun shines
Then the rainbows
But still no pot of gold
But still no pot of gold
The rain come
Then the rain goes
Sun shines
Then the rainbows
But still no pot of gold
It’s still no pot of gold
Verse 2
All I ever wanted to be. Is a dope dealer. Coming down ya block on a four wheeler. Screaming ROD. On my waist a clean 9 and a PYT. She love cause I don't respect Jake. And when I fuck her I pull her hair and smack her cake. I be her baby daddy. When she say she late. But right now. I got the keys. So she feel safe. Cuz the plug so I put her brother on. They did em dirty cause her brother drawn. It’s all respect cause her mother gone. Told em do better. Gave em another jawn. That nigga still wildn. Blame it on the housing. Perkies be calling. He should of stuck with the flowers. Now it’s black suits and donated flowers
Crying for hours