Wildflower 创作者：
Ghostface Killah

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调：E minor

Intro 1
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Verse 1

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I'm mind shocking,

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body rocking, earth shaking, money making

Sitting high, looking fly,

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drinking on the best wine

Verse 2
Yo bitch I fucked your friend,
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yeah you stank hoe
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I seen her on the elevator,
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honey grabbed my Kangol
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She put me on to mega- shit,
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bout to slap the bitch
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She shot crazy verbal,
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I leaned back  like I'm rich
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It took place late night
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on February   17th
Hands flooded like ink,
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my face  on her magazine
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Just  got back from Honolulu,
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pockets stacking bou   coup cash
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Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-
hoo and laughed, yo
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While I  was on tour, whore,
you went to work
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Quick fast, had a nigga dick
in the dirt
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You couldn't wait  just to kidnap
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the bait  of my sperm
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Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house,
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she put   in my perm'
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That's all you ever said to me,
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thought that could hold me
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Remember when I long- dicked you
and broke your ovary?
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You crab  bitch, chicken- head hoe,
eatin' heroes
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I'm the first nigga that had you watch
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ing flicks by DeNiro
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You gained crazy points, baby,
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just  being with God
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Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast,
and don't eat lard
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I gave you earth lessons,
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I came to you   as a blessing
You didn't do the knowledge what the
God was manifesting
You sneaky fuck bitch,
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your ways an d actions told it all
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I fucked you while you was bleedin,
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held  you down in malls
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Sexually you worshiped my
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di- dick like a cross
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I had you fiend out,
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broke out, for a month you fell off
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You was my main shit, my peeps showed
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you love on the strength
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You saw how   I got down,
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the way I thought had you tranked
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But you had to fuck this rasta-
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head ass   nigga
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I should of slapped ya but
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the Gods said chill
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That's your wiz fault, god,
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handle that in the lab"
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I'm wondering how many times
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your hot ass   got stabbed
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You dumb bitch,
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horny hot fuck  from out the mountains
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Your clientele is low hoe, catch
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you next show, bro
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I got jerked, gave away my pussy,
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that  shit hurt
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It feel like  somebody died
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or shot  your old Earth
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But fuck it,   I fucked you on
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a chair with three legs
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Broken tables,
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had you screaming while you was biting on my cables
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Whistling to the washing machine,
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I threw it on spin
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If your pussy dry,
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spit on my dick  and put it in
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My dick's the bomb baby,
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marvelous hot steak
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Plus I'm con   ceited Starks make
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the biggest so-   called rape
I'm God,
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cipher divine love my pussy real fine
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That means clean the FD
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S smell with a shine
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Word up,   respect that  hoe

Outro 1
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