Urban Jones - Tulips (feat. Nick Hein) Lyrics

Who am i?
I'm a dog bitch
I just can't deny
Wave goodbye
I come from the 9
Where it's do or die
Let you slide
Or go do that time
I just can't decide
20/20 til the 3rds open, you forever blind

These hoes stare wit they mouths open they wildcats
Far from house broken, they smile i smile bacc
I'm... tired of senile raps
I'm... tryna see nile cats
That's wet pussy, nile river
My niggas the kinda hittas
Lights flicca, the front tip of the blunt lit
Made from all kinds swishers
We burnt up, we turnt up
From the dial tune, of the volume
Are we comin down soon
If yes, idk how soon
Cuz I'm ignoring all
Of my important calls, how rude
Like, urban, how are you, and how do you
Get that high? and how can i get as fly as you
I'm sorry but you couldn't if you tried
I wouldn't lie, these rules they don't apply you
It's underwraps
How many number wraps, 100 saccs
Of trees break down until we become lumberjaccs
Can't front on that, paper to roll it
Paper to buy it, i'm bacc to the paper soon as i light
While I'm on my call of duty flow
She break it down
While i rub on her booty, oh
The studio filled up wit doobie smoke
You once knew me broke
Now my life's a movie bro
Neverland, how high do we go
Shit, I don't know...

Trippin, in Neverland
(We don't have to pacc a bag to take a trip)
I can taste the lucy (Aw yeah)
Sit bacc and taste the lucy, baby (Hell yeah)
So high, I might never land
(Candy flippin wit these pretty bitches made em strip)
I'll put two lips on ya tulips, baby
(I'll put two lips on ya tulips, baby)
Trippin, in Neverland
(We all went to Neverland and ate a hit)
Two lips on ya tulips, baby (Aw yeah)
I'll put two lips on your tulips, baby (Hell yeah)

Who am i?
I'm a dog bitch
I just can't deny
Wave goodbye
I come from the 9
Where it's do or die
Let you slide
Or go do that time
I just can't decide
20/20 Til the 3rds open you forever blind

She chillin drinkin moscato from bottle
I'm apollo, high as fucc, cutie pies in the grotto
Young blacc and ralo, you mono
I'm the kiss of the death
The siccest threat, billions served
Think I'm mcdonald's, what you expect?
When i come, just make sure you swallow
No bono, i'm takin u2 so follow
Girl i get it poppin
Enough dollars so if i see it i cop it
Carefree when I'm shoppin, fucc options
I try it all, i buy it all, i'm tryna ball
Fly, so high i got a mile to fall
These hoes they crowd the mall
Around us all, they joccin
These succas watchin
So pissed they outta stalls
Poolside wit a few hoes
Smokin is what i do most
I don't mean to boast or to brag
But they ask, urban who could ever fucc wit you bro?
Unless i don't know somethin that you know
That's too bad cuz who go, as hard as i
The best, and it's hard to lie
Always a winner i ain't a part of ties.
And that reasons a part of why i slaughter guys
Fresh to death, suicide wit my clothes
I aren't alive, dawn of the dead
I'd rather die then to side wit my foes
Ride for my bros, a shot to the head
Is the only way that I'm dyin fa sho
World in my hands
My eyes on the globe
Girls in the stands
Wanna slide to the mo
Because they know that i'm poccetin dough
They freaky as hell
Got poccet roccets and mo
Ooh and both titties get evenly held
They see me and start pleasin theyselves
When i put out a cd it sell
So it's not even an option to blow
It's not how long we can last
But how far can we go
Shit, until I know, i'm just

Piccin these tulips out in neverland