Flavors (Lyrics) Lady XO feat. Master Kato

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