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Round Hills Flowers

soil, tryin' to make my flow grow Hell no, never fall off Slip pimpin', you can get it hard or get it soft All day, round the clock tryin' to get it

it right though my verses smuther beats and they are in need of some lipo as for rappers she is not my type she's like a typo flow is universal take

, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round

they come! 'The Dazzling Ette-ettes' Oh God! Welcome to my nightmare!" "And now! The plywood room, Higher top swing go'ers, Celebrity motorlodge! In gorgeous downtown 'Seven Hills

purpose of their rounds The claws that tear, the fangs that bite The placid pond, the bird in flight The lion stalking 'round his kill The flowers purpose on the hill

Look who's back on the program Hookin up another fly joint when I flow on the slow jam. When I shift I kick to go Like I fat drunk and I light up a fat

front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade A burial crusade Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S. I'm sick I'm too paid I'm rich I will flower a chicken like a bouchet

man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it gone back up the flow Ima un ass it (Big Moe) I done came through after every boys flow Im that nigga Big Ass

thousand x My style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow Feel like I'm popping shit, rounding