Flavor Of Love 2 ft. Myah Storm Lyrics

Aye

Sound like some Mike Jack or some shit

This that YGG shit

Uh

Mixing flavors in a backwood

I was down for a minute, bitch I'm back good

Pretty bitch from the burbs, but she act hood

Ass stick out like a sore thumb and that cat good

Straight flood, baby girl keep it wetty

Gave all these niggas head starts, still ain't ready

Told her you can keep the WAP, now I'm getting to the Fetty

Spilling in the sauce, I mix it up just like spaghetti

All these ropes on my neck, getting tangled, this shit heavy

I been getting so much bread, it was only right I went baguettie

Uh, kick the door, they ain't let me in

Shit you ain't know existed what I'm stepping in

Allergy season, shawty need me like a EpiPen

I'm the one who niggas call on like the next of kin

In the booth, working hard like a Mexican

Do anything but sell my soul for the dough

Real trap nigga I never go broke

Fuck your designer, bitch I make my own clothes

Style myself, I don't need no stylist

Mannequin dressing, man, you niggas be wildin

Backwoods to the face on an island

Somewhere getting to that paper where you find me

Uh, shining like a diamond

Made it out the dirt, it was perfect timing

Came a long way from nickeling and diming

Was high then, now all my fashion be high end

Trying to keep up, but they can't

Soon as they print it, I be running to the bank

Waka Flocka James, I go hard in the paint

If I ever took a loss, it get charged to the game

Uh, niggas fraud and they lame

How many blocks you go spin, that shit all is the same

I be spittin' facts, nigga y'all entertained

They forgot I was the best, I'm rejogging they brain

Still getting cheese, guala, dinero

Ball on these niggas like Paolo Banchero

Sexy Mexi bitch make me mucho fiero

She gon' ride that dick like a stolen Camaro

She'll be gone in the morning

Different type of nigga that ain't on what we on

Change my name to 'Artist' on these songs I be drawing

Niggas think he fuckin' with me like, come on, man, come on

Like stop it

Nigga can't be thinking he fucking with me

Not in his right mind at least

Ayy, Storm

Yo

Yo, what the fuck these niggas talking about

This some shit they ain't expecting, 9-11

Not here for your convenience, 7-11

Can't fuck with the kid, child, I'm destined

Stormi set her own bars, baby, that's a 10

Put the wax to your ass, baby, that's a 10

I know you wonder where the best has been

Ayo, TQ, we make the best of friends

We link up, now we looking for a best of friends

If you go on the low, don't think nothing less of them

Baby, come here, looking for a back to bend

I'm trying to lap up mami like a Mexican

That's the type of shit that make me crack a grin

Ahhh

Motion shit, that's physics, either

You know, you know, or just get it

I don't go hard, baby, I just give it

Think we on the same shit, baby, I pivot

Bring bars while being pretty, tattletale I did it

Ho, admit it, the shit I do, they'll mimic

But over that way it always give gimmick

If you do it, I already did it

Flow on McCormick, got my foot in the door no door man

Make a bitch get real dormant

Type of bitch you can't torment

I stay high as hell, I be soaring

That's just some pretty bars for y'all

Just some light shit, light work

Don't let none of that shit go over your head

LB

YGG

Ahhhh