Bitches & Flowers - Johnny Sam

DJ Critique: You’re just not lit enough bruh

Johnny Sam: Really?

Who is?

DJ Critique: Wifi, Slump, Pump—

Johnny Sam: Bruh—bruh you know I’m on a different level

DJ Fuxalot: Ayyyyy this is 102. Slob on my Knob and on today’s broadcast we got

some smooth jams so kick back and be easy

DJ Critique: Uhhh you gotta prove it

Johnny Sam: I will—I will

DJ Critique: Alright let’s see… we're listening

Johnny: Alright

Skating my way down through New Orleans

Stopped to smell flowers in your garden

I just came to ask for your pardon

Do anything if I was your darling once again

Skating my way down through New Orleans

Stopped to smell flowers in your garden

I just came to ask for your pardon

Do anything if I was your darling once again

And they don’t got a motherfucking on me

I guess I got away with all these bags full of money

I got a way with the words and I hang with worst

Shit but if I die today I’ma bang in the hearse, don’t care bout a curse

Fuck these bitches.

I’m high not superstitious

I’m hardly religious I’m on that Wiz Khalifa shit

See you don’t gotta know my name

I got diamonds in my chain

I got bitches on the range

They just tryna make some change yeah

Put them back on the road

Said don’t come back ‘less you sold

I guess it’s home or the cold

I’m not a pimp she pays me rent and gives massages

I want thirty car garages, vacations to the tropics

An island with no laws I’ll kill a man to stop the violence I got--

Well that’d be kind of fucked up cuz then I’d—

Wait let me think about while I’m

Skating my way down through New Orleans

Stopped to smell flowers in your garden

I just came to ask for your pardon

Do anything if I was your darling once again

(What if I told you I was sorry?)

Skating my way down through New Orleans

Stopped to smell flowers in your garden (baby)

I just came to ask for your pardon

Do anything if I was your darling once again

A fetish for the haters, a fetish for distrust

These one dimensional niggas just parrot words the buzz

They claiming they stay the same, fuck that, I grow and I change

You nothing but cliché, you black or white, I’m grey

I can see the future

She gon' hear my music

She gon' want me back and I’m gon' want her too

But I can’t take her back, cuz it won’t have nothing to do

With your boy, it’ll be about the fame and the money

I’m no dummy, get up off me.

Why you bitter, why you coffee?

No more talking, you appalling, stone walling, no more stalling

Bitch I’m busy, always balling and I hear my boys is calling like

(Fuck dat bitch, fuck dat bitch, fuck dat bitch, fuck dat bitch)

Fuck dat bitch, we so rich, we got diamonds in our chains

Fucking bitches all because we got a dollar to our name

Fucking bitches in the bathroom we don’t care about no shame

And if you don’t play the game, why the fuck you even came ho

Fuck dat bitch, we so rich, we got diamonds in our chains

Fucking bitches all because we got a dollar to our name

Fucking bitches in the bathroom we don’t care about no shame

And if you don’t play the game, why the fuck you even came ho

I beg on your pardon

I been smoking the garden

Rolling all through New Orleans

You know you’re my darling, darling

Guess that’s how it goes, a new day, a new bitch

A rose to the old ho’s for playing with the kid

But keep buku bouquets for the graves of who snitch

Only thing I commit to is staying with the shits yeah

DJ Critique: 6 out of 10

DJ Fuxalot: …bruhhhhhh

Johnny Sam: …what the fuck?

How you still on air?

DJ Critique: Cuz I’ma savage???

DJ Fuxalot: lmao

Johnny Sam: No you deaf

DJ Critique: Can I have my opinion?

Johnny Sam: No

DJ Critique: Lol yeahhhhh