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conversations.value: Write me a song called Flowers with the following description: Following up OTTR another Big Jerm-produced track by the “weed trio of hip-hop”Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
  Yeah, play me something aight
  I don't want no, um, no
  Oh-oh-ohh, ohh
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Keeping it G and sticking to the plan
  Of getting rich and burying all my money in the desert sand
  Wasn't no stroke of luck, I played my hand
  Man I’ve been up here for hours, fingers tired from rolling every gram
  And now my cheese ain't just American,
   cause I get overseas money
  Everywhere I go, somebody scream for me
  Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas
  Thinking, "How the fuck could you hate this?"
  Half of these people ain't real niggas shapeshift
  Thats why I’m smoking O.G. til I’m weightless, yeah
  And my homies are Taylor Gang
  We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate
  But fuck what they say cause we gon stay the same
  Higher than hell, flyer than Delta
  Niggas try and fail, think it's time you fired everyone hired to help ya
  Getting all this bread, wanna know why, I could tell ya
  Other than that, yeah [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Yeah, O.G. got first seasons of BAPE, BBC
  Make cake from CDs, 
  mixtape shit for free
  Either way I go 100% all game
  48 minutes, no bench sitting at all, mane
  Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
  But we ahead of you due to these medical power laws
  Preserve jars open, herb in the bars I'm quoting
  And the times I ain't, on hemp pages, I wrote it
  For your speakers to smoke it
  Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
  In the Mitchell and Ness Marino, see how far back I’ve been quoted
  And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
  I ain't mad though, I’m glad though
  Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo, yeah bro
  Wiz smoked out the BET Awards, I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
  That's why them bitches roll that weed for us, nigga [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  They wanna roll like me
  Cause I’m living life like it's no police or I’m overseas
  I’m watching no smoking signs just rolling weed
  Cause it’s the motherfucking life when you roll with G’s (boi)
  Dissing these bitches, you entertained
  You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
  I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny Lane
  Now the bandwagon is packed, you might could hop on the train
  At the top, so now her top all off
  I never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
  And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
  I’m from Detroit, we eat you little hoes alive with hot sauce
  Fucking bitch, I might come a little tardy though
  Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
  You niggas rolling up Barley bro, I’m all-green as the safari’s go
  You bitches already know [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't
  We in the party burning up that weed smoke
  Smell us everywhere that we go
  When niggas try to tell us, we like "Hold up, roll up"
  And them bitches ain't coming if they can't