Sunshine and Flowers

Lyrics
[Hook] Working on the boulevard, she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh) Saying that she want FRO, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh) You high? I'm high! Not that high, hell nah! [Verse 1] Fuck you money grubbing, hungry hungry hippo ass bitches Get in the kitchen, wash the dishes The smartest thing to come out of your mouth, my dick That's why you shouldn't speak unless you spoken to, bitch I don't give a fuck, my zipper's stuck If I put my dick in your mouth you'd finally shut the fuck up Your pussy look like chapped lips, catfish Black dick in that pussy, that I call an axis On that fat tip, you wack bitch, you sub-par You fuck yourself daily with the head of a guitar The metal in your garage, a fellow would rather die I, label your pussy declassified Your stank pussy smell like sewers and old sneakers Fourteen, you first got popped like old speakers I hate hardheaded concrete bitches Promiscuous, kill yourself bitches [Hook] Working on the boulevard, she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh) Saying that she want FRO, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh) You high? I'm high! Not that high, hell nah! [Verse 2] Aimin' for a dollar, Eamon tried to holler Skank named Paula, sucked the whole plaza Everybody standing in the parlor Bitches bring drama But every stank bitch get karma How you a ho when you got a daughter? You Moby Dick, bloated bitch, stomach big Looking like you farted Pussy open, close like a locker 'Bout to smack the hoes with maraccas I blame it on Obama Gangbanged in Harlem, sneak drinking Vodka Cost a lot for the bitch to get cheap bottles Pussy like an engine and your throat is the throttle Trailer trash horror, ugly bitch you are not a model Suck dick today and tomorrow Giving rich niggas instagram follows Big-headed bitches Bitches heads look like astronaut helmets Bitch, fuck you! [Hook] Working on the boulevard, she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh) Saying that she want FRO, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh) You high? I'm high! Not that high, hell nah! Working on the boulevard, she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh) Saying that she want FRO, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh) You high? I'm high! Not that high, hell nah!
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Credits
- Writers
- A-F-R-O
- Eamon
- Marco Polo
- Snipe Young