
Wake up, Mr. Flowers (Remix) Lil B
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Its the summer for the ashes
See the hot flashes on my face and my mindset
Have him take 10 feet, the street where the men meet
Even when they ten deep you knowing what they friend think
See him cross the stage, Now its cross the stage
Only time I crossed the stage was in Middle School
Now I'm walking across the stage for my interviews...yeah
Its Lil Boss better check the news bruh
[Hook: Lil B]
Wake Up Mr. Flowers! yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wake Up Mr. Flowers! yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check the news boy, Check the news bruh
Check the news cuttie, its in my brain
Check the news boy, Check the news bruh
Check the news cuttie, its in my brain
Only save my life if I'm gunning for the matches
Fighting for the cause see me coming with the Masters
Got bass like drummers, got syrup like Molasses
Only in the ring if I'm Cassius
You looking like food when I'm passing
I gotta a loose rate because you rappers so nasty
I ain't talking about sick and I ain't talking about classy
You boys is not classy
Your in a dumpster and you looking kinda trashy
See the hot flashes on my face and my mindset
Have him take 10 feet, the street where the men meet
Even when they ten deep you knowing what they friend think
See him cross the stage, Now its cross the stage
Only time I crossed the stage was in Middle School
Now I'm walking across the stage for my interviews...yeah
Its Lil Boss better check the news bruh
[Hook: Lil B]
Wake Up Mr. Flowers! yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wake Up Mr. Flowers! yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check the news boy, Check the news bruh
Check the news cuttie, its in my brain
Check the news boy, Check the news bruh
Check the news cuttie, its in my brain
Only save my life if I'm gunning for the matches
Fighting for the cause see me coming with the Masters
Got bass like drummers, got syrup like Molasses
Only in the ring if I'm Cassius
You looking like food when I'm passing
I gotta a loose rate because you rappers so nasty
I ain't talking about sick and I ain't talking about classy
You boys is not classy
Your in a dumpster and you looking kinda trashy
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