Flavor of Love Lyrics

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(Nigga if it ain't MAG it ain't work fuck nigga)

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YGG shit

Trap nigga it's in my DNA

Taking care of all my patients like a CNA

Break 'em down get 'em gone when I get 'em in

If she played with that pussy then I hit her friend

If that shit wasn't up to par then I ain't hit again

Kaliimarii to the sock what I'm dripping in

Money in the box I ain't have no Wells Fargo

Chilling in the trap fiends knocking like Nardo

Broski still with me know he shooting like Pargo

Pressing all these buttons trying to see how fast the car go

2015 Sour Diesel in my cargos

You was catching repos cause you couldn't pay yo' car note

This shits an arsenal burning up exotic

Step in the car and that bitch sound robotic

Pull up in cocaine they thought I was Yo Gotti

Two hoes tag team me I'm Scotty 2 Hotty

I been that nigga

I ain't got to lie I ain't gone brag either

Run it up don't give a fuck if they get mad neither

I make decisions for that green Swaggy Brad Stevens

I tried listening to these niggas but they ass

Ever since a shorty all I wanted was the cash

Two P's of pressure tell 'em put it in the bag

If you really getting money never show a bitch yo' stash

You'll be watching through the front and they'll be coming through the back

Trapping all night I done slept through the day shift

Ashton Martin when I pull up in that space ship

Kaliimarii on my body she wanna taste it

Said she was hungry so I pulled it out she ate dick

Flexing that little ass roll boy that ain't shit

I ride around with them cannons but I ain't Nick

Change my name to Picasso cause I paint pics

I pull up on you with that bag like I'm St.Nick

Three hoes on me and they all trying to fuck

Aftermarket watch them hoes get bussed

I thank God when that pack touch

Post man bring 'em to me straight up off the truck

Knocking at the door like bro you got a load

Before I break the box open half of 'em sold

Ima dump them eight and and break the rest down to O's

In a couple days I'll call the plug for some more

Trapping all night I done slept through the day shift

Trapping all night I done slept through the day shift

Pull up on a play bumping '16 Zips'

Glock 19 got 16 in it (Fa)

Fa he scream we skirt keep spinning

The way bro shoot that thang he fucking up defenses

They telling me chill I don't know how to do that

If I don't know you then you getting that TQ tax

Bunch of GD's with me rocking that blue black

A nigga get up out his body get it blew back

I'm going hard in the paint I'm the be Shaq

Taking over this shit Nino New Jack

She a lil freak turned the meat to a fruit snack

I beat her doonies down she gone need a new back

Off the cranium

Trap doing numbers still jump out the gymnasium

A couple niggas look up to me feel like I'm raising 'em

Trying to go from selling out ziplocks to doing stadiums

Public Enemy I'm having Flava

Still a big kid at heart Glock got a laser

Gave 'em a magazine that boy caught a Fader

Fuck Will I'd rather chill with Jada

Three hoes on me and they all trying to fuck

Aftermarket watch them hoes get bussed

I thank God when that pack touch

Post man give 'em to me straight up off the truck

Knocking at the door like bro you got a load

Before I break the box open half of 'em sold

Ima dump them eight and and break the rest down to O's

In a couple days I'll call the plug for some more

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