Scotty Wotty - Wildflower lyrics

[Intro from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge"] That was the best f**ing I ever had That's because you been dealing with the Ace You gotta leave? Where you going sugar? I got business to take care of [Ghostface]: No sh** sh** that's my old man, sh**! Ya better go talk to him [Ghostface k**ah / Scotty Wotty] (8X) No smoking alarms [Break: Jamie Sommers ] I'm mind shocking, body rocking, earth shaking, money making Sitting high, looking fly, drinking on the best wine [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Yo b**h I f**ed your friend, yeah you stank ho I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol She put me on to mega-sh**, bout to slap the b**h She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich It took place late night on February 17th Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stacking beaucoup cash Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo While I was on tour, who*e, you went to work Quick fast, had a n***a dick in the dirt You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my s**m Where was you at, ho? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm' That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary? You crab b**h, chickenhead ho, eating heros I'm the first n***a that had you watching flicks by DeNiro You gained crazy points, baby, just being with God Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifesting You sneaky f** b**h, your ways and actions told it all I f**ed you while you was bleeding, held you down in malls Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off You was my main sh**, my peeps showed you love on the strength You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranqued But you had to f** this lobster-head a** n***a I shoulda slapped him but the Gods said chill That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab I'm wondering how many times your hot a** got stabbed You dumb b**h, horny hot f** from out the mountains Your clientele is low ho, catch you next show, bro I got jerked, gave away my p**y, that sh** hurt It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth But f** it, I f**ed you on a chair with three legs Broken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cables We slid to the washing machine and threw it on spin If your p**y dry, spit on my dick and put it in My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest ho call rape I'm God Cipher Divine, love my p**y refined That means clean, a FDS smell with a shine Word up, respect that ho