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b-rose - cultivate me lyrics

intro:
yeah
this feel like some 70s vibe
we just touched down
got off the plane, straight to the studio
no sleep…that’s work
look
(it’s mickey!)

verse 1 (mickey factz):
“grindin'” like i never heard the clipse
imma steph curry swish, scoring more than thirty+six
every bar is marijuana you can purely sniff
after you listen, guarantee you’ll have dirty p+ss
i’m very cautious of a flirty chick
cuz most times it’s ulterior motives behind perky tits
and curvy hips. so i avoid ’em like st+rdy picks
set by a center who’s worried if his jersey fits
(yeah.)
i cultivate what i writе, you see my journey quick
to be above thе rims i wanted to make birdies flip
early wit, had me counting money quicker
it’s special sk!lls, i could be a bounty hunter k!ller
(yeah!)
big bread so selfish with the cash
a n+gga so fly it say delta on my tags
mentoring still, i can help you with your path
while we working towards the future and helping with your past
factz
verse 2 (vic smith):
ducking and dodging
smooth, stuck on this island
i been moving in private, it’s pivotal when i pilot
feel like i’m living in fear that i will never wear my title
my first arrival the finals, feel like i’m magic, michael
michael jackson when i’m rapping, moonwalking and start the cycle
i been active, laughing
i’m passing, what’s your reaction
know my ghost train haze head spinning like its vinyl, yeah i know
i’m the flyest everywhere that i go
woah

chorus (b. rose)
cultivate me, stimulate me
sweet like sugar pack
that gold in my veins, smoke away pain
if you don’t talk back

verse 3 (b. rose):
been busy in my mind and i haven’t been able to turn it off
grind one, light one. hit it, don’t make it soft
concentrate on the concentrate then run it back
grown for me; yes please, just like that
over and over again
mary hold my hand, jane fill up the gas
and you’ll grow yourself a plant
mmmmmmm
chorus:
cultivate me, stimulate me
sweet like sugar pack
(you gotta get the sugar, baby!)
that gold in my veins, smoke away pain
if you don’t talk back

- b rose lyrics

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