Florist of Fires
Yo, yo
The florist of fires
Flung my tape in Amazonia forests it's fire (hold on)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo
The florist of fires
Yo, yo, yo
The florist of fires
Flung my tape in Amazonia forests its fire
Delores admire thesaurus not my aura
Dior velour no shortage attire
Maurice Podoloff's for me or no more
Like Doris required, my bitch talk a good game
I'm finna aim
So horrid they liars
Suppliers false advertising for buyers
My guyzers wit all the smoke like a nebulizer
High-risers
Private
High
The leader of line
Ignite the flame of a ticking time when he kicking rhyme
Hop out it
Dump
High
From straight away dimed
(Bloow) a seed sooner later be hitting the soil uh
In the loop like a coil
Turmoil
Be lurking to spoil what's posed to be a celebration
Fam make it no better be making my blood boil
Run up the foil
A ring
King pin operation sting
Led em to boobie trap, detonate scene
I already done fled
To the spot
Where the team post meet
Perennial me, millennial fleets
And still plentiful sleep
Bullets the size of a finial creep
Rolling
The night we ate (8) made my whole 24 that's on Kobe
Dolby
And no we not on same frequency
Peacefully I dropped a bag on a decency Roley
For life of me can't seem to fuck with mankind that's on Foley
Foolie
I'm one and the only
Hold me, before I go
You show resent but regret hurting more knowingly
Show and see
How I work it in open sea
Notice me
The florist of fires
The florist of fires
The florist of fires
Flung my tape in Amazonia forests it's fire (hold on)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo
The florist of fires
Yo, yo, yo
The florist of fires
Flung my tape in Amazonia forests its fire
Delores admire thesaurus not my aura
Dior velour no shortage attire
Maurice Podoloff's for me or no more
Like Doris required, my bitch talk a good game
I'm finna aim
So horrid they liars
Suppliers false advertising for buyers
My guyzers wit all the smoke like a nebulizer
High-risers
Private
High
The leader of line
Ignite the flame of a ticking time when he kicking rhyme
Hop out it
Dump
High
From straight away dimed
(Bloow) a seed sooner later be hitting the soil uh
In the loop like a coil
Turmoil
Be lurking to spoil what's posed to be a celebration
Fam make it no better be making my blood boil
Run up the foil
A ring
King pin operation sting
Led em to boobie trap, detonate scene
I already done fled
To the spot
Where the team post meet
Perennial me, millennial fleets
And still plentiful sleep
Bullets the size of a finial creep
Rolling
The night we ate (8) made my whole 24 that's on Kobe
Dolby
And no we not on same frequency
Peacefully I dropped a bag on a decency Roley
For life of me can't seem to fuck with mankind that's on Foley
Foolie
I'm one and the only
Hold me, before I go
You show resent but regret hurting more knowingly
Show and see
How I work it in open sea
Notice me
The florist of fires
The florist of fires
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Writer(s): Marquell Herd-burnett
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