Flavor (2014) Young Dro

[Hook]
Let me kick my shit
Ride 'round get that paper
Treat yo bitch like candy
Fuck her now and later
I flex, I flex, and stunt
Gotta shine on 'em haters
Yo bitch see all that sauce
Say "Can I have some of yo flavour?" (naw)
Yo flavor, can I have some of yo flavor (nah)
Yo flavor, can I have some of yo flavor (nah)
Can I have some of yo flavor?
Can I have some of yo flavor?

[Verse 1]
You can have none of my flavor
You can have none of my paper
You can have none of my linen
You ain't got none of my gator
I'm movin' these bricks and this shit is conducive
Designer, desiger, my shit is exclusive
Flexin' and flexin', my rims are Rucci
I'm all up at fifth's I'm shoppin' at poochie
Get well a damn, I go up in Gucci
I'm on the molly, I'm smokin' the loosie
I'm Future with bands, I freak, like Boosie
They know I'm a dog, they callin' me snoopy
The chopper, the scope, and the rifle I want it
Knockin' em out, like [?] in the mornin'
My daughter is 5, I bought her a pony
I am a steak, and ya'll are baloney
Et cetera, cetera
Paper is federal, you gon' need medical
Eat 'em with lyrics, you niggas are edible
Drizzle be rappin' and snappin' I'm tellin' ya
Uh, let me kick my shit
Bruce Lee, nigga back up
She can have none of my flavor
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