Ghostface Killah - Wildflower Lyrics
Intro: [from the motion picture j.d.s revenge]That was the best *****in I ever had.Thats because you been dealin with dasheeseYou gotta leave? where you goin sugar?I got business to take care of[ghostface]: no shit.Shit thats my old man, shit!Ya better go talk to him[ghostface] no smokin alarms (8x)Im mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makinSittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...[ghostface]Yo ***** I *****ed your friend, yeah you stank hoeI seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my kangolShe put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the *****She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like Im richIt took place late night on february 17thHands flooded like ink, my face on her magazineJust got back from honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cashGirlfriend sipped the yoo-hoo and laughed, yoWhile I was on tour, whore, you went to workQuick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirtYou couldnt wait just to kidnap the bait of my spermWheres you at, hoe? pinky house, she put in my permThats all you ever said to me, thought that could hold meRemember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?You crab *****, chickenhead hoe, eatin herosIm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by deniroYou gained crazy points, baby, just bein with godTaught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and dont eat lardI gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessinYou didnt do the knowledge what the God was manifestinYou sneaky ***** *****, your ways and actions told it allI *****ed you while you was bleedin, held you down in mallsSexually you worshipped my di-dick like a crossI had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell offYou was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strengthYou saw how I got down, the way I thought had you trankedBut you had to ***** this rasta-head ass niggaI shoulda slapped ya but the gods said chilllllllllThats your wiz fault, god, handle that in the labIm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbedYou dumb *****, horny hot ***** from out the mountainsYour clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, broI got jerked, gave away my *****, that shit hurtIt feel like somebody died or shot your old earthBut ***** it, I *****ed you on a chair with three legsBroken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cablesWhistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spinIf your ***** dry, spit on my dick and put it inMy dicks the bomb baby, marvelous hot steakPlus Im conceited starks make the biggest so-called rapeIm god, cipher divine love my ***** real fineThat means clean the fds smell with a shineWord up, respect that hoe
