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