Young Dro - Flavor Lyrics
Let me keep my shit, riding around in that paperTreat your ***** like keep, ***** her now and laterI taste that *****, don't splurge, gotta shine on them hatersYour ***** seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor?'Oh, no, your flavorCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, no, your flavorCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, noCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, noCan I have some of your flavor?Hold upYou can have none of my flavorYou can have none of my paperYou can have none of my linenYou ain't have none of my gatorI'm moving these bricks and this shit is conducerDesigner, designer, my shit is exclusiveFlexing, I'm flexing, my rims are GucciI'm all up in Fifth, I'm shopping in PucciGiving a damn, I go up in GucciI'm on the molly, I'm smoking a LucyMy future with bands, they free like BoosieThey know I'm a dog, they calling me SnoopyThe chopper, the scope, the riffle, I want itKnocking them out like face it, I'm on itMy daughter was five, I borough a ponyI'mma stay, yell baloneyYeah, etcetera, etcetera, paper is federalYou gonna need medicalEven with lyrics you niggas is edibleDrizzle be rapping and snapping, I'm telling youLet me keep my shit, Bruce Lee, nigga, back upShe can't have none of my flavorAnd she can sauce none, I'mma hack herLet me keep my shit, riding around in that paperTreat your ***** like keep, ***** her now and laterI taste that *****, don't splurge, gotta shine on them hatersYour ***** seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor?'Oh, no, your flavorCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, no, your flavorCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, noCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, noCan I have some of your flavor?Hold up, flavor, I'm impossible with itSurgery, I'm a god with digitsGot the monopoly fittedHoes will be honest, they popping and takingUsed to be broke and poverty strickenNow I got worry about them boxes in the kitchenThat guy information is not to be mentionedChauffer, the Phantom is not to be drivenAll of this flavor is not to be givenYou got it, baby, they buy me like paperBullets, the county, balling like acesAPM sharp, I'm pumping your ladyYou on the block, I'mma take out the babyYou know I'mma cut it, don't mix it with baconSoda, Cola, *****es in BocaMe and Fantasia had dinner with OprahWinfrey, Bentley, taking the semiNigga get wrong I tow him like jennyDrunk as a ***** I'mma do 'em like RemyNigga I'm more, the plural is in meI run through your crew like a bullet, don't tempt meGot too many hoes so how you gonna pick me?Let me keep my shitBack up, *****, hear me?Let me keep my shit, riding around in that paperTreat your ***** like keep, ***** her now and laterI taste that *****, don't splurge, gotta shine on them hatersYour ***** seen all that sauce, said, 'Can I have some of your flavor?'Oh, no, your flavorCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, no, your flavorCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, noCan I have some of your flavor?Oh, noCan I have some of your flavor?
