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Flowers Lyrics Wiz Khalifa feat. Big Sean,Curren$y

[Hook]
We in the party, burning up the weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go
When niggas try to tell us
We like hold up, roll up
And them bitches ain't coming if they can't party

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Keeping it G and sticking to the plan
Of getting rich and burying all my money in the desert sand
Wasn't no stroke of luck, I played my hand
Man I’ve been up here for hours, fingers tired from rolling every gram
And now my cheese ain't just American
Cause I get overseas money
Everywhere I go, somebody scream for me
Looking out the window
My hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the fuck could you hate this
Half of these people ain't real niggas shapeshift
Thats why I’m smoking O.G. til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah
Of course they gon hate but fuck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell, flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail
I think it's time you fired everyone hired to help you
Getting all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell you, other than that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah OG got first seasons of big BBC
Make cake from CDs, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go one hundred percent, all game
Forty eight minutes, no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule one
But we ahead of you due to these medical power laws
Preserve jars open
Herb in the bars I’m quoting
And the times I ain't
On hit pages, I wrote it
For your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
In the Mitchell and Ness Marino
See how far back I’ve been quoted
And they ho suckas
Know that from Spitta they style's stolen
I ain't mad though
I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro, Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
That's why them bitches roll that weed for us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like it's no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs, just rolling weed
Cause it’s the motherfucking life when you roll with G’s, boy
Dissing these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too
I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies
I started on Penny lane
Now the band wagon is packed
You might could hop on the train
At the top, so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat you little hoes alive with hot sauce
Fucking bitch
I might come a little tardy, though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rolling up Barley, bro
I’m all-green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know

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