paroles de chanson 12 O'Clock Boys - Spank Rock

Where would all the flowers grow?
If I were to proceed
In smoking all this grass
Smoking all this grass

Where would all the bunnies go?
If I were to proceed
In blowing all this cash
Blowing all this cash

Niggas balled out till they fouled out
Bitch niggas big lips pouted out
Sprout don't be a hurt trout
Take it in, come around to my house
Got big green meadows
Get mellow under the palmettos
Breeze through the trees sound just like a cello
Bling in the springs stream straight to the ghetto

Trap round the block
Cop, smoke, drink, cop, non-stop
Boys is hot
Socks, flip flops, white on top

Came up sipping from the same cup
Made me, I ain't never made much
Same mother fuckers trying to save us enslaved us
Same named us (nigga I'm a lift it up)
But you loved the label
Love to be thug niggas love they labels
Name brand bigger than the man
When stocks go up graves go in demand
Botanic
Burn through hydroponics
Niggas can't see too clear
Future looks all myopic
All these grown ass niggas
Looking all embryonic
I breeze this Hakim Bey
Sniff these astronautics

Trap round the block
Cop, smoke, drink, cop, non-stop
Boys is hot
Socks, flip flops, white on top

ALL MY 12 O'CLOCK BOYS!!!!!!