Young Dro
Young Dro - Flavor songtekst
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Let me keep my shit, riding around in that paper Treat your bitch like keep, fuck her now and later I taste that bitch, don't splurge, gotta shine on them haters Your bitch seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor? ' Oh, no, your flavor Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no, your flavor Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no Can I have some of your flavor? Hold up You can have none of my flavor You can have none of my paper You can have none of my linen You ain't have none of my gator I'm moving these bricks and this shit is conducer Designer, designer, my shit is exclusive Flexing, I'm flexing, my rims are Gucci I'm all up in Fifth, I'm shopping in Pucci Giving a damn, I go up in Gucci I'm on the molly, I'm smoking a Lucy My future with bands, they free like Boosie They know I'm a dog, they calling me Snoopy The chopper, the scope, the riffle, I want it Knocking them out like face it, I'm on it My daughter was five, I borough a pony I'mma stay, yell baloney Yeah, etcetera, etcetera, paper is federal You gonna need medical Even with lyrics you niggas is edible Drizzle be rapping and snapping, I'm telling you Let me keep my shit, Bruce Lee, nigga, back up She can't have none of my flavor And she can sauce none, I'mma hack her Let me keep my shit, riding around in that paper Treat your bitch like keep, fuck her now and later I taste that bitch, don't splurge, gotta shine on them haters Your bitch seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor? ' Oh, no, your flavor Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no, your flavor Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no Can I have some of your flavor? Hold up, flavor, I'm impossible with it Surgery, I'm a god with digits Got the monopoly fitted Hoes will be honest, they popping and taking Used to be broke and poverty stricken Now I got worry about them boxes in the kitchen That guy information is not to be mentioned Chauffer, the Phantom is not to be driven All of this flavor is not to be given You got it, baby, they buy me like paper Bullets, the county, balling like aces Apm sharp, I'm pumping your lady You on the block, I'mma take out the baby You know I'mma cut it, don't mix it with bacon Soda, Cola, bitches in Boca Me and Fantasia had dinner with Oprah Winfrey, Bentley, taking the semi Nigga get wrong I tow him like jenny Drunk as a fuck I'mma do 'em like Remy Nigga I'm more, the plural is in me I run through your crew like a bullet, don't tempt me Got too many hoes so how you gonna pick me? Let me keep my shit Back up, bitch, hear me? Let me keep my shit, riding around in that paper Treat your bitch like keep, fuck her now and later I taste that bitch, don't splurge, gotta shine on them haters Your bitch seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor? ' Oh, no, your flavor Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no, your flavor Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no Can I have some of your flavor? Oh, no Can I have some of your flavor?