Young Dro - Flavor lyrics

rate 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?

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?