Young Dro - Flavor lyrics

Let me keep my sh**, riding around in that paper Treat your b**h like keep, f** her now and later I taste that b**h, don't splurge, gotta shine on them haters Your b**h 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 You can have none of my flavor You can have none of my paper You can have none of my linen sponsored links You ain't have none of my gator I'm moving these bricks and this sh** is conducer Designer, designer, my sh** 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 n***as is edible Drizzle be rapping and snapping, I'm telling you Let me keep my sh**, Bruce Lee, n***a, back up She can't have none of my flavor And she can sauce none, I'mma hack her Let me keep my sh**, riding around in that paper Treat your b**h like keep, f** her now and later I taste that b**h, don't splurge, gotta shine on them haters Your b**h 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, b**hes in Boca Me and Fantasia had dinner with Oprah Winfrey, Bentley, taking the semi n***a get wrong I tow him like jenny Drunk as a f** I'mma do 'em like Remy n***a 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 sh** Back up, b**h, hear me? Let me keep my sh**, riding around in that paper Treat your b**h like keep, f** her now and later I taste that b**h, don't splurge, gotta shine on them haters Your b**h 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?