Bought her some flowers
Action
Mhmmm, mhmmm
Shhh
Hey
Bought her some flowers for Valentine's
But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate
Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate
And that's some shit I can't tolerate
Why the fuck would I cooperate?
When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate
Not a vegan, want a lot of cake
This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take
Bought her some flowers for Valentine's
But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate
Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate
And that's some shit I can't tolerate
Why the fuck would I cooperate?
When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate
Not a vegan, want a lot of cake
This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take
I feel like Skepta, bitch I'm cocky I'm not skeptical
Do it for the digits, and I do it for the decimals
Ooh smoking loud, I might add another decibel
Spicy like a pepper, and I'm fresher than a vegetable
Ravenous for revenue, capping what we never do
Singing so angelical, bitch I need a heated pool
I aint finna keep my cool
Messing with my money and my future
Then we missing you
No limit, like Mystikal
Bought her some flowers for Valentine's
But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate
Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate
And that's some shit I can't tolerate
Why the fuck would I cooperate?
When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate
Not a vegan, want a lot of cake
This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take
Bought her some flowers for Valentine's
But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate
Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate
And that's some shit I can't tolerate
Why the fuck would I cooperate?
When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate
Not a vegan, want a lot of cake
This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take
I can't take this shit no more, constipated
Know I used to act, but I can't fuck with faking
Run it up, do it right, Walter Payton
You don't really want war, you Mr. Satan
I can't take this shit no more, constipated
Know I used to act, but I can't fuck with faking
Run it up, do it right, Walter Payton
You don't really want war, you Mr. Satan