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give us flowers - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]
b*tch, you know the truth
(ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinte)
n*gga

[chorus: duffy]
i ain’t finna argue with a n*gga
blower on my lap, i’m finna whack somethin’ with it
rookies of the year, ain’t got no time for beginners
free throw, get a n*gga head knocked off, who trippin’?
ugh, i’m sick, i’m an ice cold n*gga
i don’t wait around, b*tch, i get up and go get it
off the mussle for the win, bro, i know we told n*ggas
hit him with the k, that’s just the cold demon in me

[verse 1: duffy]
sh*t, can’t no n*gga tell me nothin’, i be steppin’
n*ggas sound like police, i ain’t answerin’ no questions
all fly sh*t on me, we got all exotic weapons
it’s just me and pippy longstocking, it’s my bestie
drown a n*gga, make him go find dory
baby stincmеaners, bouncin’ out, true story
n*ggas ain’t on nothin’, bro, this rap sh*t borin’
ten sticks in thе booth, i mud walk when i’m recordin’
b*tch, n*ggas pick and choosey, n*ggas cowards
wait, what that old n*gga say? it doesn’t matter
takin’ n*ggas’ hoes, n*ggas’ faces lookin’ sour
thank us later, bro, don’t wait ’til it’s too late to give us flowers, n*gga
we know the truth, don’t we?
n*ggas movin’ funny and they swear we ain’t gon’ notice
close that backdoor ’cause ain’t no n*gga gettin’ up on us (ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)
the truth hurts, long live mr. mosely, n*gga
[chorus: duffy]
i ain’t finna argue with a n*gga
blower on my lap, i’m finna whack somethin’ with it
rookies of the year, ain’t got no time for beginners
free throw, get a n*gga head knocked off, who trippin’?
ugh, i’m sick, i’m an ice cold n*gga
i don’t wait around, b*tch, i get up and go get it
off the mussle for the win, bro, i know we told n*ggas
hit him with the k, that’s just the cold demon in me

[verse 2: blue pesos]
keep on tough talkin’, we gon’ throw him in a blender
you don’t even seem like that type, don’t even risk it
i get respect in the streets, they’ll pull up to the trenches
off the mussle for the win, i thought we told n*ggas’ b*tches
tell your mans stop addin’ me on insta’ ‘fore i k!ll him
best believe it’s all action when i pull up in that benz
hundiddy in the clip, i give him ten times ten
all these old n*ggas’ time been up, let’s be for real
show a mil’, sorry, bro, no deal
tell him chill out with his temper, he only high off his pills
f*ck it, 2023, let’s make drill music
put that gun away, you ain’t really tryna k!ll nothin’
n*ggas tried to chip me, sh*t, better luck next time
hold the chop with the right, but i’ma hit him in his left eye
who is he? just another opp fratenizer (ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)
otm been the truth, n*gga, realize, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
i ain’t finna argue with a n*gga
blower on my lap, i’m finna whack somethin’ with it
rookies of the year, ain’t got no time for beginners
free throw, get a n*gga head knocked off, who trippin’?
ugh, i’m sick, i’m an ice cold n*gga
i don’t wait around, b*tch, i get up and go get it
off the mussle for the win, bro, i know we told n*ggas
hit him with the k, that’s just the cold demon in me

- otm lyrics

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