Flavors (Lyrics) Lady XO feat. Master Kato
Lyrics Flavors - Lady XO feat. Master Kato
lyrics of the song Flavors - Lady XO feat. Master Kato
Yeah, Big 4, XO, I’m on it
I’m in this mood, n***a, I been layin’ low
Say it got good, n***a, but it ain’t dope
Do up in the hood so a n***a keep po’
Yeah, the drink good so a n***a keep po’
Yeah, the work good so a n***a keep buck
All type of flavor and a n***a keep lows
All type of diamond look like I’m with kilos
Freshest denim, I fuck it, it ain’t no cheap clothes
Massacre, kill the punch and I got cheap clothes
All this fuckin’ baby, how you think I got these free clothes?
All that flavor, bitches on the road with free hoes
She said that this so good, I hate to let this freak go
And I’m done with her, yeah, so I pass it to my bro
And every night we ain’t trippin’, we suffocatin’ by these hoes
I’m walkin’ you, yeah, you, n***a, it’s enough to go around
Choose, choose, choose, you make one dick and they just walkin’ around
All the n***a get his duds now
Move it, move it, move it, send it up, n***a, (?)
How they say I fell off, n***a, I ain’t even started yet
Blew that whole chain from my landing, now I’m a good shit
In the back, bringin’ the bags back in the AC
I be workin’ CVS, I feel bad for all my exes
Don’t never miss moves, n***a, I been lookin’ left
Tell you got good, n***a, but it ain’t dope
Blow up in the hood so a n***a keep pumped
Get a drink good so a n***a keep pumped
Get a work good so a n***a keep bumped
All type of flavor and a n***a keep lost
All type of diamond look like I move kilos
Fresher than a motherfucka in them cheap clothes
Hold on, let me light this blunt These ones cost a couple bands
If you want ten, then put it up your plate I put Reggie in the back and told him it was runs
Hey, you bitch, if it’s a issue, come and get that shit in black
Thirty out of forty, I can’t choose between the two
(?) so matter of fact, I think I’m losing it
Catch me in Miami, smash the epitope, boot it up
Say he getting back, the difference, I was really moving it
Farmers say he got them, ain’t gon’ cop him in a silly shot
You ain’t tryna double up, then what the fuck you bring it for?
They gon’ try to hit me out of Dublin, cause I need one
Say he need that medicine, don’t trip, I got that in the gutter
Bitch, I’m tryna turn up, pour that duce in the studio
I can’t hang around that bitch, she acting like a groupie
If I break it down, I’m making twice the due with all the sauce
If I could get it cheaper, why you mad, bitch, that shit’s all gold
I’m getting smooth, nigga, I been learning a lot
Say he got good, nigga, but it ain’t dope
Blow up in the hood, so a nigga keep up
Get a drink good, so a nigga keep up
Get a work good, so a nigga keep balls
All type of flavor in a nigga kilos
All type of diamond, look like I’m on kilos
Fresher than a motherfucker, these ain’t no cheap clothes
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