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lirik lagu yella beezy - kicks lots of flava

[intro]
wave mechanics

[chorus]
in the kitchen but not a baker (yo)
a b-tch i’m not afraid of (whoa)
i get a lot of paper (yeah)
the f-n annihilator (yeah)
that ho is not a player (player)
we toss ’em like hot potatoes
tryna set my crib on a thousand acres
lil’ b-tch, i go designer cray
i kicks lots of flavor (yup)
i kicks lots of flavor (yup)
i kicks lots of flavor (yup)
i kicks lots of flavor (ayy, ayy)
i kicks lots of flavor (yup)
i kicks lots of flavor (yup)
i kicks lots of flavor (yup)
i kicks lots of flavor

[verse 1]
i’m so heavy i gets lots of relish
got these p-ssies jealous
in they feelings actin’ like some b-tches
want some smoke, come with it, let ’em
tell it, i am not hurt, get it
send your one, i’ll ship it
seal it and mail it
b-tch i’ll split your melon
you know how to get your women
b-tch i’m flexin’
you better not miss your blessin’
i’m out here applyin’ that pressure
these n-ggas stressin’
got they hoes clothes in my dresser
did your first b-tch with my leg up
far too fed up
all the real n-ggas keep your head up
boy stackin’ paper, get your bread up
you p-ssies gettin’ wet up
actin’ all brash ’til they met us
do a lot of talkin’, don’t say nothin’
i be kickin’ flava and i get money, too (money, too)
a lot of real n-ggas comin’ through (comin’ through)
say lil’ b-tch, i got somethin’ to do (somethin’ to do)
got a money plant, right, a money view (money view)
see a b-tch boy, what they wanna do? (wanna do)
these n-ggas hoes, tell me somethin’ new (somethin’ new)
funny n-gga, i ain’t stuntin’ you (stuntin’ you)
n-gga actin’ like they got a point to prove
p-ssy n-gga

[verse 2]
certainly, n-gga, my louies
i beat the p-ssy up, gooey (uh)
touch these n-ggas, they’ll sue me (sue me)
you don’t like me b-tch then sue me (f-ck ’em)
you ain’t seen these shoes these newbies (f-ck)
n-ggas d-ckridin’ like groupies (ayy)
b-tch, got her number but i ain’t called her (called her)
b-tch, i’m a motherf-ckin’ baller (i’m a baller)
had to block her number, she a stalker (stalker)
b-tch i got sauce like waka (like waka)
word to uncle snoop, i’m a dog (i’m a dog)
now i’m barkin’ like a rottweiler (grr)
get your throat there start growlin’ (grr)
crippled on down and crawlin’ (grr)
she been actin’ real sweet so i got her last week
told the b-tch gucci my feet (ow)
nutted all over her cheek
she a real life freak (ow)
she gon’ gobble that meat (ow)
why them n-ggas hot up at me? (me)
if i said it to you
then you know it gotta be heat (heat)
rear shotta rockin’ with me (me)
this time for my street (street)
shot up his block and then skreet (skreet!)

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