Flavor

Let me keep my shit, riding around in that paper
Treat your bitch like keep, fuck her now and later
I taste that bitch, dont 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 aint have none of my gator
Im moving these bricks and this shit is conducer
Designer, designer, my shit is exclusive
Flexing, Im flexing, my rims are Gucci
Im all up in Fifth, Im shopping in Pucci
Giving a damn, I go up in Gucci
Im on the molly, Im smoking a Lucy
My future with bands, they free like Boosie
They know Im a dog, they calling me Snoopy
The chopper, the scope, the riffle, I want it
Knocking them out like face it, Im on it
My daughter was five, I borough a pony
Imma 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, Im telling you
Let me keep my shit, Bruce Lee, nigga, back up
She cant have none of my flavor
And she can sauce none , Imma 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, dont 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, Im impossible with it
Surgery, Im 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, Im pumping your lady
You on the block, Imma take out the baby
You know Imma cut it, dont 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 Imma do em like Remy
Nigga Im more, the plural is in me
I run through your crew like a bullet, dont 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, dont 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?