Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak
I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road
One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers
I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers
Desperate on site, the might knocked right out the knight.
I know your man ain't lovin you right
Upstate he take showers
Bury them in flowers
That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
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