STREETZ & YOUNG DEUCES - Mad Flavor lyrics

rate me

I noticed you's a hater so I'm scraming see you later cause,

{I Got Mad Flavor, I Got, I Got Mad Flavor}

I'm Sharper than a dagger, Oh you still sayin Swagger? Nah

{I Got Mad Flavor, I Got, I Got Mad Flavor} Huh?

{I Got Mad Flavor, I Got, I Got Mad Flavor} Yes

{I Got Mad, I Got Mad, I Got Mad Flavor} What!

{I Got Mad Flavor, I Got, I Got Mad Flavor} Yes

{I Got Mad, I Got Mad, I Got Mad Flavor} Go!

I got mad flavor, man you need to know dat

I'm fresh up out the plastic, fresh up out the pack

Rock a clean white tee, my jeans sittin on my Nikes

And a new blue brewer, man that shit be looking right

I walk up in da spot, you can meet me in da vip

Shawty eyein me, she dyin to come out & give me lip

I just, I just do my thing, can't nobody do it better

Rock a big, gold chain on my cardigan sweater

My Flavor go Hard, A lot of niggaz copy

They do it like me but they make it look sloppy

You Rock them skinny jeans, but that is just a no-no

You think you lookin hard but you be lookin homo

You can say I'm twitter, just ask around about him

Cause I be setting trends that everybody follow

I rep the Midwest, our style is so Wavy

But if you hatin, all I got to say is...

I be goin ham, I be, I be goin Ape shit

The truth is an ugly mutha fucka do face it

The boy spit mean, so clean like Ajax

Shawty like my sac, she gaurantee to climax

Garauntee to come back, like work in the water

I fuck her so good she wanna meet me at the alter

Look nigga you ought ta, find you a hobby

I got a way with words, this is lyrical robbery

I'm respected highly, el Capiatain

When I started making money, I stopped making friends

You got Clay Aiken money, your shit, not straight

Money Acrobatic, mines flip like hot cakes

See me in that hot 8, bitch I'm on my grind

Transformers Lambo, Optimus Prime, Whoa!

Racks I get plenty, Racks, Racks, I get plenty

I got so many call it JC Penny

I Got Mad Flavor, Word to Ben & Jerry

Hotter than June, Colder den February

I cannot see with these Louie V's on

Rapper please get gone, all your songs make me yawn

I was chillin in the VIPper saw your girl eyein

Watch me, Watch Me go & get her, Now you their crying

Cause she tuggin on my zipper, homie I ain't lyin

We gone, We gone, We gone flip her, yeah we gonna flip her

You tryin to get her, I be like forget her

She all on my Twitter, asking do I miss her

I be like No, I be, I be like no

Got a green Light on yo favorite lady, that mean Go

Hold Up, Hold Up, Hater Whoa, you ain, you ain't got these

Dookie rope around my neck so cold I sneeze

In these dungarees, I gets, I gets lots of cheese

But I'm a see you later, Why?, Cause I Got Mad Flavor