Lyrics Sunshine and Flowers - Marco Polo, A-F-R-O

Sunshine and Flowers

Fuck you money grubbing, hungry hungry hippo ass bitches
Get in the kitchen, wash the dishes
The smartest thing to come out of your mouth, my dick
That’s why you shouldn’t speak unless you spoken to, bitch
I don’t give a fuck, my zipper’s stuck
If I put my dick in your mouth you’d finally shut the fuck up
Your pussy look like chapped lips, catfish
Black dick in that pussy, that I call an access
On that fat tip, you whack bitch
You suck hard
You fuck yourself daily with the head of a guitar
The medal in your garage, a fellow would rather die
I, label your pussy declassified
Your stank pussy smell like sewers and old sneakers
Fourteen, you first got popped like old speakers
I hate hardheaded concrete bitches
Promiscuous, kill yourself bitches
Working on the boulevard she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh)
Saying that she want 'FRO, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh)
You high?
I’m high!
Now, that high, hell no
Aiming for a dollar, Eamon tried to holler
Skank named Carla, sucked the whole casa
Everybody standing in a parlour
Bitches bring drama
But every stank bitch get karma
How you a ho when you got a daughter
You Moby Dick, bloated bitch, stomach big
Looking like you flaunt it
Pussy open, close like a locker
'Bout to smack the hoes with maraccas
I blame it on Obama
Gangbang to Harlem
Sneak drinking Vodka
Cost a lot for the bitch to get cheap bottles
Pussy like an engine and your throat is the throttle
Trailer trash, ugly bitch you are not a model
Suck dick today and tomorrow
Giving rich niggas instagram follows
Big-headed bitches
Bitches heads look like astronaut helmets
Bitch fuck you!
Working on the boulevard she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh)
Saying that she want Fro, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh)
You high?
I’m high!
Now, that high, hell no
Working on the boulevard she trying hard to get by (whoa oh oh)
Saying that she want Fro, the hungry lover in her life (whoa oh oh)
You high?
I’m high!
Now, that high, hell no