Florist of Fires Lyrics

Yo, yo

The florist of fires

Flung my tape in Amazonia forests it's fire (hold on)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yo, yo

The florist of fires

Yo, yo, yo

The florist of fires

Flung my tape in Amazonia forests its fire

Delores admire thesaurus not my aura

Dior velour no shortage attire

Maurice Podoloff's for me or no more

Like Doris required, my bitch talk a good game

I'm finna aim

So horrid they liars

Suppliers false advertising for buyers

My guyzers wit all the smoke like a nebulizer

High-risers

Private

High

The leader of line

Ignite the flame of a ticking time when he kicking rhyme

Hop out it

Dump

High

From straight away dimed

(Bloow) a seed sooner later be hitting the soil uh

In the loop like a coil

Turmoil

Be lurking to spoil what's posed to be a celebration

Fam make it no better be making my blood boil

Run up the foil

A ring

King pin operation sting

Led em to boobie trap, detonate scene

I already done fled

To the spot

Where the team post meet

Perennial me, millennial fleets

And still plentiful sleep

Bullets the size of a finial creep

Rolling

The night we ate (8) made my whole 24 that's on Kobe

Dolby

And no we not on same frequency

Peacefully I dropped a bag on a decency Roley

For life of me can't seem to fuck with mankind that's on Foley

Foolie

I'm one and the only

Hold me, before I go

You show resent but regret hurting more knowingly

Show and see

How I work it in open sea

Notice me

The florist of fires

The florist of fires