Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Flowers, artist - Stogie TDate of issue: 06.09.2018
Song language: English
Pretty Flowers |
| Ths is CoKayn |
| Tru Hitz |
| I need big forests, money trees |
| Foreign things |
| I bow down, pray to God |
| Won’t answer me |
| Made a way for a life, that don’t mean anything |
| Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything |
| Big forests, money trees |
| Foreign things |
| I bow down, pray to God |
| Won’t answer me |
| Made a way for a life, that don’t mean anything |
| Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything |
| The youngins love me for the Hermes |
| These old niggas hating in the worst way |
| 'Cause I am both Crispy Fresh and Throwback Thursday |
| Hating from a distance but switch position in person |
| Ey who birthed them? |
| Ya’ll niggas preemie immature |
| I’m pre-Yachty, killing shows |
| That’s why I’m leaving, see the tour |
| Couple seasons in a row |
| No seasoning on my sole |
| It’s Hibachi shrimp and chicken outta Seoul |
| You start the tripping, lift the bitch outta your soul |
| Niggas thought they had a chick until they seen the insta-stories |
| The streets are vicious they take chicken out your bowl |
| She gon' miss him for a trip |
| To somewhere distant on the globe |
| And that’s all she wrote |
| But nowhere near the level of what Stogie told |
| I planted the seeds for trees, but only petals grow |
| I guess when they get dried up |
| They’ll say I smoked them, though |
| I need big forests, money trees |
| Foreign things |
| I bow down, pray to God |
| Won’t answer me |
| Made a way for a life, that don’t mean anything |
| Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything |
| Big forests, money trees |
| Foreign things |
| I bow down, pray to God |
| Won’t answer me |
| Made a way for a life, that don’t mean anything |
| Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything |
| I’m on my knees, sending prayers |
| Hoping God can hear me |
| And save me from myself |
| And everything I’m not sincerely |
| And keep the market friendly |
| Critics lie, they jot with envy |
| For lousy retweets and seem deep |
| These cups are plenty |
| And they nod for many |
| Hate to applaud shit |
| Crabs in the bucket mind |
| Souls in a mosh pit |
| They quick to celebrate everything that you flawed with |
| Only make you a legend when you stiff in a coffin |
| It’s nonsense |
| Wanna rock the boat but can’t stay afloat |
| They can’t swim where we swim |
| At shark infested coasts |
| Drowning by the thousands |
| This city is a pressure dome |
| We went from peasants to kings |
| We know the best of both |
| So I ain’t sweating those |
| Little shots ain’t getting close |
| Balenciaga step on toes |
| All this Prada press your souls |
| I’m ready to pay the price |
| This shit was hefty |
| I’m a beast in these streets |
| Cold hearted, Africa’s Yeti |
| I need big forests, money trees |
| Foreign things |
| I bow down, pray to God |
| Won’t answer me |
| Made a way for a life, that don’t mean anything |
| Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything |
| Big forests, money trees |
| Foreign things |
| I bow down, pray to God |
| Won’t answer me |
| Made a way for a life, that don’t mean anything |
| Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything |
| I should channel my Steve Biko |
| 'Cause if I mic what I like |
| I might free a few |
| I had dreams so big, they had dreams too |
| Broke boy but not to these records |
| I’m Steve Segal |
| Their lives are pretentious |
| Mine’s bleek but I might fly out to Memphis |
| You an apprentice to your own shit |
| It’s senseless |
| It’s so sad that your music is none of your business |
| What a wow |
| I’m probably the reason why these kids walking around |
| Screaming «What a life» |
| I made stencils, they just spray shit |
| I got the six, might get a Drake on my next shit |
| Pretty flower, how you’ve grown |
| I wonder if you’d’a rose if I ain’t dropped these flows |
| You started from the bottom, that’s fresh |
| But we know before you got here |
| You was on a young quest |