Flavors

I got bitches on La Brea
I got hoes in Decatur
I got bitches on La Brea

I got bitches on La Brea
I got hoes in Decatur
Got real friendly neighbor
That don't speak about da flavors
Been stacking bread
Came up off a food saver
That's ya dog
Would he do the same if they turn da tables

I'm in dat coupe
That'll make u wanna stalk wifey
Surrounded by all this green
I thought I was hiking
Jack
I cud front you beans
I cud ship you things
You want me to use my addy
It's gon cost a fee
Black Chrome Heart tee
Baby suck me please yea
My bitch spicy like some takis
Need hibachi please
Her ass jello
We hit Melrose
She don't cop a thing
I ain't acting in LA
She Manolo queen
Demons stalking
Keep rose quarts
My ancestors protecting me
Keep that third eye open
Cuz my chakras know what's best for me
All my bitches extra
Shake up on the dresser
My lil niggas pressure
They slidin in a Tesla

I got bitches on La Brea
I got hoes in Decatur
Got real friendly neighbor
That don't speak about da flavors
Been stacking bread
Came up off a food saver
That's ya dog
Would he do the same if they turn da tables



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Writer(s): William Griffin Iii
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