Flavor Lyrics - Young Dro

Let me kick my shit, riding around gettin that paper 

Treat your bitch like candy, fuck her now and later 

I flex I flex n stunt, gotta shine on them haters 

Your bitch seen all 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?