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Give us Flowers

Album cover art for "Give us Flowers" by OTM

OTM - Rap, Gangsta Rap

Give us Flowers

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May 31, 2023.

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[Intro: Duffy] Bitch, you know the truth (Ayy, go 'head, IIInfinte) Nigga [Chorus: Duffy] I ain't finna argue with a nigga Blower on my lap, I'm finna whack somethin' with it Rookies of the year, ain't got no time for beginners Free throw, get a nigga head knocked off, who trippin'? Ugh, I'm sick, I'm an ice cold nigga I don't wait around, bitch, I get up and go get it Off the Mussle for the win, bro, I know we told niggas Hit him with the K, that's just the cold demon in me [Verse 1: Duffy] Shit, can't no nigga tell me nothin', I be steppin' Niggas sound like police, I ain't answerin' no questions All fly shit on me, we got all exotic weapons It's just me and Pippy Longstocking, it's my bestie Drown a nigga, make him go find Dory Baby Stincmеaners, bouncin' out, true story Niggas ain't on nothin', bro, this rap shit borin' Ten sticks in thе booth, I mud walk when I'm recordin' Bitch, niggas pick and choosey, niggas cowards Wait, what that old nigga say? It doesn't matter Takin' niggas' hoes, niggas' faces lookin' sour Thank us later, bro, don't wait 'til it's too late to give us flowers, nigga We know the truth, don't we? Niggas movin' funny and they swear we ain't gon' notice Close that backdoor 'cause ain't no nigga gettin' up on us (Ayy, go 'head, IIInfinite) The truth hurts, long live Mr. Mosely, nigga [Chorus: Duffy] I ain't finna argue with a nigga Blower on my lap, I'm finna whack somethin' with it Rookies of the year, ain't got no time for beginners Free throw, get a nigga head knocked off, who trippin'? Ugh, I'm sick, I'm an ice cold nigga I don't wait around, bitch, I get up and go get it Off the Mussle for the win, bro, I know we told niggas Hit him with the K, that's just the cold demon in me [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Keep on tough talkin', we gon' throw him in a blender You don't even seem like that type, don't even risk it I get respect in the streets, they'll pull up to the trenches Off the Mussle for the win, I thought we told niggas' bitches Tell your mans stop addin' me on Insta' 'fore I kill him Best believe it's all action when I pull up in that Benz Hundiddy in the clip, I give him ten times ten All these old niggas' time been up, let's be for real Show a mil', sorry, bro, no deal Tell him chill out with his temper, he only high off his pills Fuck it, 2023, let's make drill music Put that gun away, you ain't really tryna kill nothin' Niggas tried to chip me, shit, better luck next time Hold the chop with the right, but I'ma hit him in his left eye Who is he? Just another opp fratenizer (Ayy, go 'head, IIInfinite) OTM been the truth, nigga, realize, ugh [Chorus: Duffy] I ain't finna argue with a nigga Blower on my lap, I'm finna whack somethin' with it Rookies of the year, ain't got no time for beginners Free throw, get a nigga head knocked off, who trippin'? Ugh, I'm sick, I'm an ice cold nigga I don't wait around, bitch, I get up and go get it Off the Mussle for the win, bro, I know we told niggas Hit him with the K, that's just the cold demon in me

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