Fresh Roses

Uh
Reality
TRA$HMAN

Fresh roses in the kitchen cuz I blessed myself
Harm a nigga just for talking
Disrespect your health
Bitch Im here to get the money
Bitch respect the wealth
Or I pull up to your mommas
With the tec myself

Providing nourishments
Like babies sucking on a titty
The whole world is mine
You niggas still want the city
Bitch my whole career Big
Ninety seven Diddy
Hit a big willie with ninety seven
He getting jiggy
The shits a pity
Wack niggas think they doing favors
Got these sad reptiles on my feet
The bluest gators
Here's a mobster tale
Leave you red
Lobster shells
Eat you like a pasta shell
Blunt like a monsters tail

I speak with curse words cuz they say that's rude
Plus my money all blue like this Ajax tube
Power of the dollar
Paper turning digital
The internet got criminals
They hack into your serial
Sittin on the porch with a fresh bowl of cereal
Bullet holes in his body
Bout the size of cheerios
Spoiled milk flow
Soy bad but you see the silk
Sometimes the flow cold at night
You might need a quilt
Fresh roses in the kitchen cuz I blessed myself
Harm a nigga just for talking
Disrespect your health



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Tra$h
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