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flower set - r3 da chilliman lyrics

[intro]
(reconboy)
(dooragg straight slappin’ sh*t)

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
my b*tch don’t give a f*ck about no roses, she want her diamonds flower set
it’s clear that i’m chosen, sh*t, i earned my respect
they’re tryna steal my sauce, i’m drippy, i’m leakin’
my left wrist frozen, b*tch, unthaw me, i’m freezin’
you never had a dub, how you gon’ beef with me?
you need money for a war, you play in these streets
bounce out with that drac’, tryna lift a spirit
when it come to my pape’, b*tch, i’m dead serious

[verse 1: r3 da chilliman]
got voices in my head sayin’, “k!ll somethin'”
i’m booted up off meds, i can’t feel nothin’
walk him down and smoke him, it’s that redrum
do my money dance whеn that bread come
b*tch, my hoodie say chanеl, this not no bathing ape
put the cookies down my lungs, this ain’t no wedding cake
amiris so the glock like they was made for it
i’m a trophy for the block, i paved the way for us
baby, i’m a menace, i do real hits
we was crashin’ benzes when ain’t have chip
i’m in saks with all my jewelry and a glock on me
i’ll be splashin’ if i catch him, i’ma pop on him
[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
my b*tch don’t give a f*ck about no roses, she want her diamonds flower set
it’s clear that i’m chosen, sh*t, i earned my respect
they’re tryna steal my sauce, i’m drippy, i’m leakin’
my left wrist frozen, b*tch, unthaw me, i’m freezin’
you never had a dub, how you gon’ beef with me?
you need money for a war, you play in these streets
bounce out with that drac’, tryna lift a spirit
when it come to my pape’, b*tch, i’m dead serious

[verse 2: 03 greedo]
give a f*ck about no roses, she more gun power
giuseppe’s, swae lee, she want sunflower
i had gave her world of beats, it took one hour
she my dirty lil’ bee, call her dogwater
made her lock up on her knees, she a rottweiler (up on her knees)
aston martin tippy*toe on streets, it don’t got millage (come ride with 03)
brodie tryna get on stream, he is not valid (tryna get on stream)
i’m finna do a song with someone who gon’ pop off (course i want three)
we make music for the hoes, we don’t talk ’bout it (mm*hmm)
master p, them my lil’ bros, they is not ’bout it (mm)
pass the ‘shroom out to the hoes, but they not childish (mm, mm)

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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